Word: fruits
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bleach in the sun once covered the meadows around the fortress city of Augsburg, where the family fortune began. Brother Jakob was the genius of the Fuggers, buying silver mines in the Tyrol, exporting textiles, metal and salt to lands beyond the seas, bringing back rare spices, furs and fruit. Almost one-third of Augsburg's 34,000 people were employed by the Fuggers, and kings and emperors knocked on Jakob's door for funds to wage a war or buy support in an election...
...Communists in the Greek civil war of 1947-49. He had run for Parliament as an extreme right-wing candidate and lost. Then he began to think of doing something about the British rule on Cyprus, the island where he was born. For months he ate nothing but fruit, trained himself for what was to follow. On the afternoon of Oct. 6, 1954, he walked out of his Athens home, telling his wife Kiki: "Don't worry. I'll be back soon." But he also instructed her to burn his old clothes, so that no dog could pick...
...lived mostly on fruit. "I thought a trail of orange peels would lead the British to me," he said with a smile. "Usually it was too dangerous to hunt. But once I was awakened by a goat prancing near me and could not resist. I have never tasted anything so good." Grivas kept constantly on the move-and eventually moved from the barren mountains into the towns. He spent the better part of the last two years shifting from house to house in Limassol (pop. 36,500), right under the noses of the British. A trusted deacon in the Limassol...
...cost of rehabilitation was estimated at $80,000. The aging, widowed Madame Pierre Savoye decided not to spend the money, never moved back. Unlivable in its dilapidated condition, the machine for living became a machine for farming. It was turned into a hay barn. Today, fruit crates are piled high, inside and out; rotting pears, onions and apples are strewn throughout its spaces...
...several jazz numbers by the Chico Hamilton quintet (plus guitar), a group whose modern arrangements lend a suitably syncopated rhythm. The screenplay, by Clifford Odets and Ernest Lehman (who wrote the book), is for the most part brilliant, capturing the lingo perfectly: "What am I? a bowl of fruit? a tangerine that peels itself?" Or: "Starting today, you could play marbles with his eyeballs." And the pace of director Alexander Mackendrick keeps up with that of the music...