Word: lemon
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...about . . . bananas [many] stared suspiciously at the teacher. . . . When one little boy was . . . asked what [street lights] were for, he merely shrugged his shoulders in a puzzled manner. . . . Nearly all of them thought that the barrage balloons over London had always been there. . . . One boy had recently seen a lemon in a hothouse in Kew Gardens and a little girl vaguely remembered having had a grapefruit many years ago. . . . Only one or two could remember [buying] candies without having to give up coupons...
...They flew over Sicily's western plain, an obvious point of amphibious invasion. They left their bomb-pocks on the hilly but approachable southern coast. They crossed the central plateau, which looks mountainous on the map but is a region of high wheat fields. They roared above the lemon and orange groves of the precipitous northern coast. On the port of Messina, the chief point of entry for supplies from the mainland, they dumped the biggest Sicilian bomb loads. (But none down the volcanic throat of nearby Mt. Etna- On both island and mainland the targets were carefully chosen...
Present Laughter spins with the dalliances and divorces of a group of theater folk. They, like the play, are dominated by Garry Essendine (Coward), a charming, exhibitionistic, highly temperamental actor first glimpsed in a flame-colored dressing gown and lemon-yellow pajamas...
...translation: loose woman). And often, at night, the sky hung like a smoldering sulphurous ceiling above the optical factory that squatted on the banks of the Genesee River. "Underneath it my relatives sang and played guitars and, if they noticed the sky at all, they were reminded of the lemon groves in Sicily. They were stubborn poets." More deeply glowing than the sky above the factory was the inherited canopy of Catholicism. "Their Catholicism, like their lives, was enveloped in a heavy blanket of fatalism. . . . There might be a great deal of noisy emotionalism among my relatives over a misfortune...
...paces behind. The secretary would advance to her superior's side only on a curt signal, when Colonel Booth had an idea she wanted to discuss. On one hot day, when the SS men gave the internees permission to put on their lightest clothing, Colonel Booth appeared in lemon-yellow cotton bed pajamas, her grey-peppered brown hair hanging almost to her waist, her bonnet still perched on her head...