Word: flouring
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Apathy. Life in Hanoi today is no laughing matter. People are not starving, but anything beyond the necessities, anything like oil, flour or sugar, is prohibitively expensive. The dong-North Viet Nam's unit of currency-has no standing whatsoever in international exchange...
...Flour with a Flourish. The son of a professor of philosophy of law at the University of Moscow, Kistiakowsky (pronounced Kiss-tuh-kof-ski), volunteered for the White Russian army during the Russian civil war, served in the infantry and tank corps. In his two years of service, he almost died of typhus, was caught up by the Red army tide. Escaping, he shot his horse, jumped into the Black Sea and swam to a rescue ship, later made his way to Germany, where he enrolled for study at the University of Berlin in 1921, got his doctorate four years...
...Once Kistiakowsky got a rush assignment from the OSS: the allies needed an explosive that could be used for sabotage work in Europe and the Far East; it had to be easy to carry, innocent in appearance. Kistiakowsky's imaginative product was an explosive that looked like flour. Dubbed "Aunt Jemima," the powder could be transported as flour or dough, even baked and carried around in cake and cookie form. To prove that it was not toxic, K. assembled skeptical military officials, baked his "Aunt Jemima," finished with a flourish by eating one of his small cakes...
...time the 'Punies were disengaged, the CRIMSON shell, dodging between the obstructive wherries which 'Poon editors rowed in its path, shot under the Weeks Memorial footbridge. In a final, desperate attempt more 'Punie hopefuls hurled sacks of flour and a rubber dinghy after it. But it was no use, for upping the stroke to a climatic 48, the Crimeds stretched to a racing finish and crossed the line as cheers echoed across the river
...through the ritual of symbolic eating, the prince and his bride stepped into a rust-colored carriage for the five-mile drive to his Eastern Palace-a shabby place, cluttered with clerks and files on the first floor, and no match for the luxurious home that Michiko, a millionaire flour miller's daughter, is leaving...