Word: fruits
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...more hilarious examples of the current Mao-knows-best school of Chinese journalism. The Moscow editors reprinted the article from a Chinese paper without comment, presumably because its title fully signaled its inanity: "Let Us Speak of the Philosophic Questions of Selling Watermelons in Big Cities." The author, Shanghai Fruit Store Manager Chou Hsin-li, explained how he had solved the problem of selling his melons before they rotted by referring to the writings of Mao Tse-tung for guidance...
Latin American infants, for instance, eat Gerber passion fruit and guava...
...patina. His bronzes are left pitted by their plaster casts or are particolored from carefully ladled-on corrosive dyes; his wooden statuary is daubed with earthy tints, oil paints clinging to the surfaces as in flaking frescoes. Even his lush-thighed Pomonas, named for the ancient Italian goddess of fruit trees, seem like the petrified victims of the last days of Pompeii. But as currently displayed in Rome's 500-year-old Palazzo Venezia, at one time the residence of the ambassador of the proud Venetian Republic, the hefty nudes look like steaming courtesans in the Baths of Caracalla...
Bird Cover. Some of the companies creating Pugetopolis are showing considerable conscience. On its 1,200 acres, Intalco has planted bird cover, posted the lands for hunting, leased ground cheaply to neighboring farmers and, where possible, kept the cherished fruit orchards. Its buildings are painted an inconspicuous earthy green and buff. Near Intalco, at a $50 million refinery, Mobil has built in a system for the bacteriological destruction of poisonous phenols, so that wastes discharged into Georgia Strait are not harmful to sea life. Every year Mobil surveys alternately the health of sea and plant life and the health...
...years after World War I, Colette harvested the peculiar fruit of her bohemian years. She wrote Mitsou, Chéri and La Fin de Chéri, and in these books finally found her own voice as a writer, a voice in which masculine force was suffused with feminine tenderness, and boulevardiering decadence with a wonderful country freshness. In her 50s she extended her mastery. Her ideas, her images became ever more exact and effective. "The dog lay down with a great rumble and thump that sounded like a bag of potatoes being emptied"-"At the windows hung some nasty...