Word: eggs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...nine-tenths beaten to a frazzle. But he hangs in there, functioning on pride and coffee. He sells a porcupine for $100, which is about $98.75 more than any porcupine that can't play God Bless America on the musical goose-horns is worth. He sells an ostrich egg for $17, a slink of ferrets for $21 apiece, two ducks for $4 each, and a pregnant monkey named Bonnie for $575. A female African lion cub, not more than 6 in. high, 30 in. long including tail, and only a few weeks old, goes for $450. "Dime a dozen...
...cars, barking dogs, loud neighbors, and Valium that doesn't work, Mel and Edna step into the ring with The City and survive, bruised and battered but still whole--and still suffering. As Mel asks, "Why do we pay somebody hundreds of dollars a month to live in an egg box that leaks...
...which he had vigorously favored at a 1978 European summit, "needs to be looked at anew." With only 5.3% inflation and 3.8% unemployment, West Germany is better off than many of its neighbors, but Schmidt warned in a television interview, "We are not the hen that laid the golden egg...
Buxted's Churkey is a gobbler killed just 52 days after hatching, when it reaches a weight of about 5 lbs. Then it is injected with and marinated in a special secret broth distilled from the flesh of older chickens of egg-laying age, and quick-frozen for shipment to stores. The result is a bird that has the size and flavor of a mature chicken but the tenderness of a much younger one. An added bonus: like all turkeys, Churkey has a higher meat-to-bone ratio than chickens...
...times kittenish; but she gives full play to her quick eye, sharp tongue and mocking sense of social comedy. An unfavorite cousin's face reminds her of a "mandrill's behind." T.S. Eliot's poem Ash Wednesday she greets as "Tom's hard-boiled egg." She describes avoiding an encounter with Ethel Smyth, the doughty, pipe-smoking feminist and composer who became infatuated with her: "I could not face her, though she was passing our door. Her letters sound as if she was in a furious droning mood, like a gale, all on one note...