Word: larding
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...return $1,000,000 in overcharges for ECA goods in 1950, another listed as owned by Joham's son in London, another in France half-owned by the son). Under Joham's management, the Creditanstalt struck large and questionable deals with Soviet and satellite traders, e.g., lard bought with ECA dollars from the U.S. was sold to Hungary for a 30% profit and, despite big profits shown in bank audits, provided not a cent of profit for the Austrian government...
...prices under their OPS ceilings, Price Boss Ellis Arnall last week made a decision. Since the ceilings no longer meant anything, Arnall thought it might be just as well to take some of them off. He prepared, accordingly, orders "temporarily" suspending the ceilings on numerous items (hides, calfskins, tallow, lard, animal waste material, vegetable soap stock, crude cottonseed, soybean and corn oil, burlap, wool, alpaca...
...Party for the Bride. The count inherited his empire from his father, a pushcart peddler who emigrated from Italy in 1881, founded a lard-rendering business and then expanded almost as fast as Sáo Paulo itself. His son has tripled the empire and is still abuilding. Though his announced net profits last year were $17.5 million, the count is notoriously coy about what he actually makes. His personal fortune tops $100 million. He is building a Roman Catholic cathedral. When his daughter Filomena (Fifi) got married a few years ago, he staged a fabulous reception, with special trains...
...Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was the poet; in 1837, Ralph Waldo Emerson was the orator and delivered his famous plea for the liberation of the American scholar ("Our intellectual Declaration of Independence!" cried PBK's Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes. "Our Yankee version of a lecture by Abélard!" echoed PBK's James Russell Lowell...
...jeeps, tents and kitchen stoves. The black, mud-choked roads within the dock area were jammed bumper to bumper with mud-spattered supply trains grinding and slithering down to the ships. The supply convoys passed acres of gasoline drums, quarter-mile-long warehouses piled high with C-rations, soap, lard, coffee and fruit juices. G.I. and Korean stevedores ate steadily all day long, casually hacked open 6-lb. tins of pork luncheon meat to make one sandwich, gallon tins of fruit juice for one swallow. Outside one warehouse, a black-bearded U.S. sergeant dug his plastic C-ration spoon into...