Word: meats
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Rowe Jr., an Alabamian who has lived his 34 years in Birmingham. Rowe is a stocky, reddish-haired man remembered by acquaintances as a job-to-job drifter, working at various times in a dairy, in a novelty store, behind a bar, as an ambulance driver, and in a meat-packing plant, where he froze several toes. To Birmingham cops, he was a sometime squealer in bootleg cases. And to his fellow Ku Klux Klansmen, he was a colleague who liked to talk-without ever getting very specific-about all the Negroes he had beaten...
...time in two years, the decline in Russia's industrial growth rate had been checked. Whereas the 1964 growth rate had been a miserable 7.1%, this year's first quarter showed a 9% expansion in industrial output. More heartening to Kosygin & Co. was the record production of meat and butter, showing that the catastrophic crop failure of 1963 had been surmounted. Another sign of agricultural recovery was the issuing of flour-rationed since the end of 1963-to Moscow housewives for the Russian Orthodox Easter holidays...
...foreigners, my family and I enjoyed a much higher standard of living than any Chinese--a standing government policy. Of course we had no car, no television, no washing machine, no steam heat, but we did have a larger meat ration, enough money to buy milk, butter, and eggs, and a house with its own courtyard. In the summer we were given vacations at the seaside, still reserved for the most outstanding model workers. Whenever we travelled, however, we were plagued by red tape and special passes...
...house in Gourin, busy themselves raising flowers and vegetables. "They work hard as hell in America," complains Daouphars. "And all that air conditioning doesn't do any good. Funny thing, too-both my wife and I ate hardly anything-toast for breakfast, soup for lunch, a bit of meat for dinner. But, due to a lack of proper exercise, I had a huge belly hanging out in front...
Typical of the Gourin syndrome, Lozach was born there 36 years ago, left his father's bleak farm for lack of work, and became a "receptionist" in a Parisian meat factory. In 1952 he pulled up stakes and went west, became a bartender in his brother-in-law's New York restaurant, the Café Brittany, on Manhattan's West Side, and began learning the business from the bottom up. "Pigs' feet came first," he explains, "then on toward tête de veau." Today, lean and eager, and sporting a heavy gold ring...