Word: kitchen
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...minutes and backs off blinking, sweating and choking, having finished the hardest job of getting dinner. But my hardest job lasts not two minutes but the better part of half an hour. My spoon weighs 25 pounds, my porridge is pasty iron and the heat of my kitchen is so great that if my body was not hardened to it the ordeal would drop me in my tracks. ... I am like some frantic baker in the inferno kneading a batch of iron bread for the devil's breakfast...
...Simon, carpenter, was warming a pan of broth in the kitchen of a frame house. His wife was sick upstairs; he had come home twice that day from work to give her food. He was expecting the doctor, and hearing a knock on the door he started forward. The sound of more than one pair of boots on the porch made him look out of the window. His yard was full of men. In long white robes they writhed with dismal laughter in the moonlight. They called to him "Come out, Simon." 'My wife's sick," he shouted...
...Morton has two rooms and a kitchen in a converted hotel which are roomier and cheaper than the former quarters of the family in Liverpool. Food costs less than in England, school and doctors cost about the same, and clothes she buys through a 'cooperative' at not much above the English prices...
...from her supper party (TIME, Dec. 6). Last week Engineer Kurt Gerson of Berlin went further. He said he could make silk purses out of sows' ears, boars' ankles," potato peelings, toothpicks and all manner of garbage. In a large factory now being constructed under his specifications, kitchen refuse will be sifted for the cellulose ingredients of artificial silk or, if desired, gun cotton. The remaining refuse will be distilled for tar, charcoal, acetic acid...
...invitation of a New York newspaper (the Post), I went with a common reporter to visit a 'needy case.' We visited a one-time housepainter, paralyzed by paint (lead) fumes, and his wife, who was fighting to keep him from being sent to a poorhouse. In their kitchen all I could find was a loaf of bread, a small sack of flour, two bottles, one of medicine, one of sleeping fluid. Said I: 'I feel sort of rotten, riding away from here in my Minerva. After leaving them, you know. Me, I've got everything-grand...