Word: fatbacks
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...takes an uncommonly big man to run a state like Texas, or "Coonass country," as the Governor calls its rural hinterland. Fenstemaker goes with the job as red beans go with fatback. His instincts are generous, his vision broad, even if his political methods are not exactly taught in civics class. To ram a school bill through his ornery legislature takes all the wiles of a sagebrush Machiavelli...
Outside, Joe knelt in the dew-laden Bermuda grass, tied his shoe laces, then swung off in easy, economical strides toward the neat, white smokehouse. There, ducking under three Tennessee hams and some sides of smoked fatback, he filled a five-gallon grease bucket with wheat shorts, crimped oats and water to make a slop for the four Duroc sows that were nursing their first litters in the orchard lot. To the hog troughs he took the shortest route, leading through the family cemetery behind the house. As the wire gate clicked shut behind him, Joe passed by the chest...
...fiendish detective (Capp's caricature of Dick Tracy), who is a dead shot and trigger-itchy, always end up perforated as neatly as so many slices of Swiss cheese. No true Abner fan (classified by Capp as a "slobbering" fan) can forget the magnificent moment when J. Roaringham Fatback, the hog tycoon, ordered Onnecessary Mountain tilted sideways with enormous jacks to keep its shadow from falling on his breakfast egg. The hovels of Dogpatch naturally sailed off into the abyss below...
...world, the shmoo gave everything: butter, milk, eggs, boneless meat, building materials (of sliced shmoo), suspender buttons (of shmoo eyes). Wherever shmoos went-and they multiplied like speeded-up guinea pigs-no one had to work any more. Capitalists thought this a menace, so Pork Tycoon J. Roaringham Fatback sent "shmooicide squads" to wipe out the shmoo. They succeeded, except for two shmoon (pl.), boy & girl, which Li'l Abner saved for Capp's future...
This is eating humble pie. The evening of the day I wrote the "fatback" letter [TIME, Nov. 18], out of a clear sky, my mother-in-law complained of no fatback with which to season greens. The good wife and I almost fainted. It was the first time either of us had ever heard the word used...