Word: meats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Other reducers: Bandman Paul Whiteman shrivelled from 293 Ib. to 189 lb. in one year. He started with a diet of grapefruit juice and green vegetables, and no liquor. For breakfast he had black coffee and grapefruit juice; for lunch some greens, but no dressing; for dinner lean meat and a green vegetable. One day a week his menu was composed entirely of starches and sweets...
...during the two decades, 1910-30. The Digest formula was better adapted to a survey of public opinion than to a narration of actual events. Nevertheless, it attained some 400,000 circulation before the War. The War was its meat. It blossomed with excellent colored maps of the War zones, and painstaking reviews of War events. When it was over the Digest could justly claim that it handled the War better than any other magazine. Its circulation was well over the million mark, and in the next few years hit a 2,000,000 peak, with a year...
...projected four shows enough of his hand to indicate that he will have to be reckoned with. In Tragic Life is not his first novel nor is this its first edition: it was published early this year by Caxton Printers, Caldwell, Idaho. Readers whose stomachs cannot stand strong meat had better not dip in here, but for those who can, its morbidly realistic sauce will not conceal its true tragic flavor...
...favorite actress Sylvia Sidney have made for Paramount. The first, An American Tragedy, understandably vexed Author Dreiser. This one, equally understandably, has his approval. Without the patient wisdom of the novel, slurring some of the tragic ambiguities which Dreiser so painstakingly explored, it contains much of the meat of the book, makes its gently sinful heroine and her brash, uncertain lover characters who are affectingly, if somewhat too forlornly, real...
...belly-o. They sewed him in his uniform, And sent him home to Nelly-o, Crashed plumb to jelly-o- Don't lose your flying speed! He did a bank at ninety feet, It was a kinda foolish thing, And now he is the devil's meat, Or listenin' to the angels sing,- Try to get some altitude! He kicked his rudder right around, When landing cross wind to the breeze, And much to his surprise he found, He had an engine on his knees- Land 'em straight and land up slow...