Word: fruits
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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After decades of prosperity that made it synonymous - often unfairly - with Yanqui imperialism, United Fruit Co. suddenly found itself with a host of overripe problems in the late 1950s. In fact, concedes Herbert C. Cornuelle, 47, who last month became president of the world's largest banana grower and marketer: "The reason we look so good now is that it was awfully bad before it got better." As that appraisal guardedly suggests, United Fruit has made a rather striking comeback...
...NORTH END there are no supermarkets with piles of sealed cans and waxy frozen packages. Instead, the wealth of food is spread out through blocks of small shops. Bakeries are a jumble of fresh pizza, sesame seed rolls, zeppelin shaped loaves. Fruit and vegetables come live and kicking from baskets and boxes. You want meat? Then go next door to the butcher. There's sure to be one. Outside his store freshly slaughtered lambs and rabbits (still with head and fur) hang from red hooks, and well preserved pig heads leer through the front window. Inside Al or Louie...
Because it is so ripe, Blackstone fruit and produce is comparatively cheap. For slightly better and more expensive fruit which lasts longer in the refrigerator, some North End shoppers go to Cross Street. But housewives with large families shop for tomorrow, not for a week from tomorrow, and, armed with big paper bags, they rummage through the pushcart confusion in search of the good...
Although Blackstone Street remains as prosperous as ever, the old market district is changing. Slowly at first, more rapidly now, the wholesale companies are leaving the area--fruit and produce to Chelsea and Everett, meat to the "new market" in South Boston. For tradition's sake, however, some wholesalers will remain in the block-long granite warehouse known as the Quincy Market. The pushcart market is not moving. It will still be native cukes, Italian sausage, and provolone cheese. Hey, buddy, you want some nice bananas? Just ten cents a pound...
...Everything you said was true: as a participant in the San Francisco march, I too saw the hippies and the boy with the fruit sticker on his forehead. I also saw thousands of others: large contingents of doctors, teachers, social workers, housewives carrying children on their backs for the entire four miles, old people-a cross section of the American people. Why didn't you take our picture? My husband and I drove 800 miles to say that the proper response to an improper war is not to win, but to say "sorry...