Word: grubbed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Bravo . . . Merveilleux. The sensational Buffet opening rated front-page headlines and picture spreads in Paris newspapers, an honor usually reserved for Pablo Picasso. Since art connoisseurs had already established the artist as their choice among postwar French painters (TIME, March 21), the critics had to grub for superlatives. "The Goya of our times," wrote the critic of L'Express. "Together with Picasso, [he] ranks among the most extraordinary examples of artistic creation," said Franc-Tireur. In the gallery's red morocco-bound guest book, the great and fashionable scribbled "Bravo, Bernard" and "C'est merveilleux...
...Arizona Rangers, drank in campfire tales, covered many of the cattle and mining wars. He looks back with comfortable nostalgia on the people of the Old West. "Any of them would have ridden 30 miles to fetch you a doctor or they'd share their last bit of grub with you. But they wouldn't go to jail for you, or accept an insult," he says with a leathery grin. "The modern cowboy, good man that he is, is not my sort of fellow, jiggling about in a jeep through a West expertly policed and bustling with fences...
...Communist strength in Israel, which remained small despite immigration from Eastern Europe. So the 2,500,000 Jews behind the Iron Curtain have become scapegoats and decoys for the big Communist purges now underway. How many will die or disappear, no one can guess: western eyes can only grub for stray hints in the Soviet press...
Once the secret hearings started, the Post was less eloquent. It had to grub up what it could from loosetongued Senators. On February 3, the following bit appeared...
...stolid farmers and their livestock. It was not long before, in the words of one who was there, "the locals were raising a proper bloody ruckus." For one thing, such goings-on were not cricket in the eyes of Lower Saxony farmers, whose own system of hunting is to grub about on foot with small whistles that imitate the cries of a rabbit, and then to pounce on the fox. They appealed to Herr Hans Lieberkuehn, Wolfenbüttel's local hunt master. Herr Lieberkuehn dug up a law drafted by Hermann Göring (who liked to hunt...