Word: meats
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...this will be achieved, the Kremlin insists, by 1955 or 1956. By then, if all goes well, the Soviet people will have twice as much clothing (including underwear "trimmed with lace and embroidery"). three times as many shiny new pots and pans to cook twice as much meat and fish, twice as much candy and ice cream. In 1956, clothes will fit, machines will work; there will be lipstick and perfume for Masha, cigars for Ivan...
...production, in a long-drawn-out war of atomic attrition. It is a fact that has been noted by Malenkov himself (TIME, Aug. 17). "Things are bad," said Malenkov. "The volume of production of consumer goods cannot satisfy us . . . We are not meeting the demands of the population for meat, milk and eggs. All this is damaging to the national security...
...this tough, blue-eyed bureaucrat has not only survived but has got himself appointed boss of the Kremlin's recovery plan. He has undertaken to revolutionize Soviet agriculture (for the umpteenth time) by 1956, to more than double its gross output. He promises to raise the supply of meat (230%), butter (190%), cheese (220%), sugar (230%). His record makes it plain that he will stick at nothing to get what he wants...
...many years before World War II, Joda Isenbart was a contented kosher meat dealer in Vienna. Then came the Anschluss, which joined Austria's voice to that of Germany in Hitler's hymn of hate against the Jews. Joda and his family were sent from one concentration camp to another. All of their relatives were killed, but somehow or other. Joda, his wife and their three children survived. When the nightmare was over at last, Joda, like a million of his kind, raised his eyes from the ashes of his ruined life and his ruined world, toward Israel...
Ogden Minton Pleissner seems born to the tweed. He has the cool eyes and calm hands of the sportsman, and he puffs a pipe as if it were part of himself. Duck, trout and partridge are Pleissner's meat; bourbon-on-the-rocks is his drink. He is equally at home in the uplands of Wyoming, in the Vermont hills, where he mainly vacations nowadays-and in his Manhattan studio. When Pleissner is not hunting or fishing, he paints pictures of a highly successful kind. This week 24 of his latest, including the watercolors opposite, went on view...