Word: hens
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wanted to be either 1) a chicken farmer or 2) a labor leader. Within a decade, he was leading thousands of men in the great sitdown strikes of Depression-era Detroit. By now, restless, redheaded, hard-driving Walter Reuther, who could never have confined himself long to a hen house, has reached the top of the heap in the alternate career: he has more personal power-although not more popularity-than any other leader of U.S. labor...
...purist. She calmly refuses the customary TV gimmicks, chats informally with a sprinkling of wit and common sense as she displays her skill with a skillet. Last week she demonstrated paupiettes de veau Fontage and the unexpurgated chicken marengo (two small chickens are browned in sweet butter; a hen lobster is sautéed, then shelled; chickens and lobster are flamed in cognac, sprinkled with an aromatic sauce of tomatoes, mushrooms, shallots, tarragon and dry vermouth, garnished with fried eggs on croutons and slices of truffles). Chef Lucas makes it look easy, but any housewife ought to know better...
Baby Jean is married and a TV actress by the name of Jean Darling. All of them are 25 years away from the days when teacher would ask, "If a hen laid two eggs here and I laid two eggs here-" and one of the gang would interrupt: "I don't think...
After Welsh Rarebit. Born in Cincinnati in 1865, the son of a wild West faro player, Robert Henri (belligerently pronounced Hen-rye) got his early training at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, followed it with eleven years, on and off, of traveling in France, Italy and Spain. Back in Philadelphia in the '90s, Henri was ready for his first circle of converts, a group of Philadelphia newspaper illustrators who made Henri's studio their rendezvous. There, between amateur theatricals, impromptu concerts and Welsh-rarebit feasts, Henri preached a two-fisted approach to painting, drove home...
...attorney, drags her out of a nice warm prison to offer a very cold proposition indeed: Will she turn state's evidence against a powerful underworldling in return for a reduction in sentence? While Ginger thinks it over, she trollops around her hotel suite, munching breast of guinea hen and the biceps of a policeman (Brian Keith) at Government expense. When Keith declines to give his pound of flesh, Ginger growls: "You [men] are all alike. You only got different faces so we girls can tell you apart." How she can tell Keith apart from...