Word: lambing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Stewed Fruit. Irked by this Pakhtoon-foolery, Pakistan last week effectively closed the historic Khyber Pass, through which passes 80% of Afghanistan's external trade, including shipments to the U.S. of pistachio nuts, wool, and karakul fur (which becomes "Persian lamb" on Manhattan's Seventh Avenue). At the pass, Pakistani customs stopped grape, peach and pomegranate-laden trucks and told them to await clearance from Karachi-which, they blandly confided, would "take some time." While the truckers fretted, the fruit rotted...
...than 60 books have appeared over Graves's signature, but the bulk of them have been scholarlike works, such as The Nazarene Gospel Restored (TIME July 26) and The White Goddess, or novels written purely as potboilers. Some of the novels, e.g., I, Claudius; Claudius the God; Sergeant Lamb's America, are far better than most good-novelists' novels, but they matter little to Author Graves. What does matter is his poems, which year by year have so grown in number that now, in the latest volume, Collected Poems 1955 (Doubleday; $4.50) the hand-weeded best...
...Rugby. He looks and moves like a grizzly bear, is an authority on army obscenity, can boom out many a bawdy, masculine song to his own guitar accompaniment. In Majorca he rises early, scorns the Spaniards' late meal hours, tucks away hearty platters of nononsense, British-type roast lamb, cabbage and potatoes...
...Lord Craven. The stolid lord proved "a dead bore," talking far into the night about cocoa trees. "I was not depraved enough to determine immediately on a new choice," says Harriette, "and yet I often thought about it. How, indeed, could I do otherwise, when the Honourable Frederick Lamb was my constant visitor, and talked to me of nothing else...
...Duke Vanishes. When Craven heard of her visits with Lamb and turned her out, Harriette told herself, "This is what one gets by acting with principle." She never made the same mistake again. Having left Craven for Lamb, she left Lamb for the Duke of Argyll. Entertaining a likely buck at the opera, Harriette would sigh: "His legs were so beautiful, and his skin so clear and transparent . . . and 30,000 a year besides." The proudest titles of Britain vied for her favor; the heirs to great fortunes rushed from Oxford and Cambridge to throng her opera...