Word: gourdfuls
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...ourselves in the midst of booths and displays for an incredible number of organizations, herbaceous or otherwise. Besides the purveyors of gardening supplies, who were selling everything from tractors to Hokinsonesque sun hats, there were representatives from the New England Wild Flower Preservation Society, the Blood Drive, the American Gourd Society, a company selling aluminum window frames, and the Encyclopedia Britannica. And it being St. Patrick's day, we were pleased to see that someone had included a model of an Irish Thatched Cottage...
...army major flew in to buy 350 steers for his garrison, and Lohman ordered a couple of Indians to ride north with them on the trail. A mud-spattered Gaucho galloped up with a report from a 100,000-acre pasture 35 miles away. The boss put down his gourd of mate, pulled out a notebook and wrote: "1,250 calves branded this week." That brought the year's total to more than...
Last summer, Oliva Paz took time off and went to the U.S. on an official mission to buy cars for top brass. In Washington, he saw President Harry Truman, presented him with a handsome gold encrusted bombilla (the gourd from which maté is drunk) on behalf of Perón. When he got back to Buenos Aires, Oliva Paz found Perón's mouth in worse shape than ever. The effects of a bad case of pyorrhea were beginning to show. He lanced the gums, then Perón demanded a specialist...
...shmoo is a friendly, fruitful, gourd-shaped animal that wandered into Al Capp's Li'l Abner last summer (TIME, Sept. 13). Its Life & Times was simply a reprint of funny-paper strips, plus a weekend's work by Capp on extra drawings to make Dogpatch only reasonably unintelligible to readers venturing there for the first time. Asking nothing of the world, the shmoo gave everything: butter, milk, eggs, boneless meat, building materials (of sliced shmoo), suspender buttons (of shmoo eyes). Wherever shmoos went-and they multiplied like speeded-up guinea pigs-no one had to work...
When he opened his eyes, the sick and half-drowned flyer saw an old woman handing him a gourd of soothing liquid. As he recovered he came to admire the natives' simple, tight-webbed community which, unlike modern civilization, gave each of its members a secure place; yet he also had to admit that this simplified life would soon make him restless. So he left the natives and went to live with Andrew Andersen, a white planter who had remained on the island even after the Japs had set up a garrison on its other side...