Word: grass
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...appeared in Georgia-grasshopper-eating.* Across the state, college students and other daredevils gulped them down alive for $1.50 to $20 a hopper. Said one girl: "It tickled slightly when it went down and was sort of scratchy." Said a male eater: "Something like live grass...
...Master of Soil. The good farmer knows what to do. He adds lime and fertilizer and grows grass or clover or alfalfa. Gradually the thin, sour forest soil turns into something like chernozem. The well-kept farms of New York State, Pennsylvania and Ohio are now far more fertile than they were when the pioneers (who so vex Vogt) first felled the forest...
...doctrine of soil conservation has taken deep root in the South. Farmers plant less land to cotton, more to grass and legumes. They terrace their steeper fields skillfully, plow on the contour instead of up & down hill. On thousands of once sterile slopes, the miraculous vine, kudzu, clambers like Jack's beanstalk. It chokes devouring gullies with entangled soil. It buries fences, leaps into trees. Its big leaves, which stay green until Christmas, are as nourishing to cattle as excellent alfalfa. When plowed under, kudzu enriches the soil...
...Hillsides. Even the Chinese, who are among the best farmers in the world, do not use their land to full advantage. Chinese farmers make the most of the plains and valley bottoms, but only in a few parts of the country do they farm the hillsides. These grow grass and brush, which are desperately needed for fuel. If the Chinese could mine and distribute their coal, they could turn the hillsides into productive pastures and orchards. This single item, according to one estimate, would add 10% to China's food supply...
...haircut's a haircut and organized charity is a vast, competitive business. To a million or more natives of Melanesia in the South Pacific, a piano is a big-fellow-bockiss-you-fight- him-teeth-belong-im-now-bockiss-he-cry. A Melanesian haircut is cut-im-grass-belong-head-belong-me. The only way most Melanesians can communicate with each other or with white men is by a bastard mixture of French, German, English, tribal dialects and baby-talk called pidgin. But when trouble strikes in Melanesia, pidgin is all that's necessary. "Sing-out-Sorri" goes...