Word: herring
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...apartments went unheated, electricity was turned off four days a week. At year's end the Russian children had no new toys for the New Year's celebration. There were no red-cloaked wooden replicas of Dyed Moross (Granddad Frost). There was no smoked salmon, no pickled herring, no goose, no vodka, no coffee for the grownups. But there was rejoicing. The Rodina (Motherland) had been saved for the second time in two years and now victory and peace could...
Behind the fleeing Germans and Italians was a littered trail: ledgers, military manuals, permits for furloughs, letters from home; tins of Danish hams, Norwegian herring, Dutch sausages, French wines, Munich beer; trumpets, tubas, drums (to be used in Rommel's triumphal procession into Alexandria) ; women's underwear, silk stockings, cosmetics; brandy and champagne; arms, cannon, machinery, tanks; trucks trapped by sudden rains that had turned the marshlands around Buqbuq into seas of mud. Beside the coast road lay the German dead, grey faces hidden by the peaked caps of the Afrika Korps. Beside them lay their Italian allies...
George Allison Wilson, 58, Iowa, who moved up from the Governorship by beating Senator Clyde L. Herring (who had the personal blessing of lowan Henry Wallace). A rugged six-footer who likes to fish and to work in his garden, Wilson is an honest but unspectacular politico whose hat has been in one ring or another almost ever since he got out of law school...
...speed record. Last ship to win it was the Queen Mary. Hales was curiously in & out of the news all his life: he flew an airplane around St. Paul's Cathedral in 1908; when he was a Conservative M.P. he enlivened a House of Commons debate on the herring industry by gesturing with a dead herring as he argued; an autoist since 1897, in his old age he bragged he had never blown his horn, tried to make it illegal for any other Briton to blow...
...After him comes Felix Bressart, who is probably a nice fellow to his own friends, but then who wants to bother with those missing links? Bressart, lovable chap that he is, divides his time between kicking Holloway around and trying to marry his own daughter off to the local herring czar so he won't go broke, or something like that. In all this bhe is aided by a pair of sadistic old wenches, presumably his wife and mother, who, in addition to stepping all over our idiot's face--by now a popular indoor sport--seem to take immense...