Word: goats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Seattle, Wash., with only the waist-swung dollar watch and gap-toothed grin missing, Deri Erickson marched with his goat in a children's pet parade, made spectators gasp at his resemblance to Mahatma Gandhi...
...lack of desert-talent among the cook-force, to ponder on these early battles in the cause of wholesome, 100-percent edible eatables. The first head of the college, the wicked Mr. Eaton mentioned last time, fed his long-suffering students, according to contemporary accounts, "hasty pudding with goat's dung in it, and mackerel served with their guts in them." Before skipping this plainspoken, if indelicate piece of seventeenth-century realism the early prevalence of Hasty pudding in the diet should be noted. For more than 200 years the staple food here, this pudding is now remembered only...
...Last week President Roosevelt and Citizen Herbert Hoover found themselves in cooperation. From the White House the President pressed a key which closed an electric circuit which exploded some dynamite which broke the ground for the projected San Francisco-Oakland Bay ("World's Greatest") Bridge. On Goat Island, in the middle of the bay, Citizen Hoover shoved a golden spade into the ground...
...with a flash of inspiration he called John Bull. Pudgy, pompous, curly-haired, Horatio Bottomley looked like John Bull. To millions of Britons he was John Bull. His editorial policies paralleled those of long-faced William Randolph Hearst: sensationalism, flaring headlines, ultranationalism. Again like Hearst, he kept a convenient goat to blame for everything: in his case...
...jail cell in Poona last week squatted India's most famous man, the wizened little brown man with the big-eared, big-eyed face of a bespectacled lemur: the Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. For four months he had been out of the news, drinking goat's milk, spinning cotton on his charkha, brooding as ever on the woes of India's Pariah Untouchables. Inside the bare parched skull "a tempest was raging." Finally, "the voice became insistent and said, 'Why don't you do it?' I resisted but in vain.'' Last week...