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...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...
...Yesterday afternoon there presented himself at the window ... a young man of exotic allure, his hair in a turban, his hands in bright lemon-yellow gloves, and speaking with a frightful English jargon. . . . " After some exchange of currency, the Hindu "left the bank with measured step. It was only in the evening, after the closing of the door, that our cashier, while verifying his cash, established, not without bitterness, that he lacked thirty-five bills of various denominations, which represented in total the coquette sum of 130,000 francs...
...Manchuria a decade ago but now the No. 1 U.S. miracle crop. In 1918 farmers planted only 169,000 acres of soybeans. In 1941 they hit 10,000,000 acres; this year a whacking 14,241,000 acres are in soybeans-far more than all U.S. orange, grapefruit and lemon orchards combined...
...first time, we see fleets of Spitfires fighting German Messerschmidts; we see two thousand horse power bombers with three ton bombs tucked away in their bellies; we see a frightening, new version of "Hell's Angels." All this runs throughout the picture. Then, to top it off,--the lemon peel on the cocktail of filmdom--there is a Commando raid on a German airfield. Instead of cowboys, you have grim-faced soldiers dressed in black from head to foot; instead of wild western ponics and twirling six-shooters, you have tanks, motorcycles, hand grenades, sub-machine guns...
...whites send requests to their upcountry friends for a bit of red clay, declaring that black Delta soil is "right bad eating." In certain parts of Mississippi, poor whites will walk miles for a spoonful of dirt from a favorite bank of clay, because it "tastes sour, like a lemon." In other sections of the South, some top their meals with a savory tablespoon of dirt, believing that it is "good for them," despite its constipating effects...