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...Japanese also turned Formosa's fragrant Oolong tea into a big-money crop, but here their customary sense of order and cleanliness deserted them. Of the girls employed in the tea-sorting godowns a Yankee traveler in 1922 complained: "Some of these tea-sorters are as much addicted to maternity as the cigarette-makers of Seville, and not a few carry young bead-eyed Mongolians slung in wide black bands over one hip. These pigtailed little toddlers do not always heighten one's relish for the finished tea, as the big piles of leaves ready for sorting...
...this collection of rustic short stories, Liam O'Flaherty finds himself in the uneventful void of an Ireland at peace, with only the piping curlews, the fragrant bogs, the blue hills and the boneheaded peasantry for his inspiration. Typical is his story of The Challenge. A drunken tinker stands in a Connemara market place after a fair, offering to tear the living heart out of any Connemara gouger who will fight him. A few feet away a young Connemara man offers to crucify any tinker living. The two bawl insults at each other till the Civil Guards arrive, then...
...President surveyed his army of guests-550 delegates to the fifth annual National Citizenship Conference-and quietly decided to save himself the ordeal of 550 hearty handshakes. Instead, Mr. Truman escorted the visitors outside to the White House gardens, got up onto a black wrought-iron bench near some fragrant rosebushes and made a little speech...
Into the Pit. Some of the enthusiasm reached the pit. From the instant Conductor Reiner slashed the air with the downbeat, the Met's musicians plunged into the lush ripeness of Strauss's score like field mice set at fragrant cheddar. But little of the enthusiasm got through to the cast onstage...
...long table-the older servants mourning the dear departed, the housemaids coy and giggly-life takes on a new shape. "And the wicked shall flourish even as a green bay tree," cries the old housekeeper as Mr. Raunce, the notebooks snug in his pocket, rises to carve the fragrant joint...