Word: milked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Thomas, ex-U.S. Marine and onetime frogman, trained last winter by swimming in Puget Sound, downed gallons of milk and devoured pounds of steak and potatoes to build up his weight to a fat-padded 270 Ibs. Four times-like all of his fellow challengers-he tried the straits by swimming from Canada to the U.S., and gave up miles from shore...
...that his $7,000 post with the genteel Schanenhauser Foundation makes him, his wife and three children no more than glorified peons on their cash-conscious street in Westport, Conn. His wife Betsy is a brunette charmer with pronounced but somewhat whimsical notions of budgetary discipline ("No more homogenized milk . . . We're going to save two cents a quart and shake the bottle ourselves...
...farm division: "By 1975, our population is expected to reach about 200 million. That means we must feed 35 to 40 million extra stomachs. It means we'll need meat from 10 million more cattle and calves, 20 million extra hogs, 3,500,000 more sheep and lambs, milk from 6,000,000 more dairy cows, eggs from 87 million more hens. To do the job, the farmer will need more machines...
...traveled more than 30,000 miles to meet party leaders and make friends. Along the way he has suffered some minor mishaps. In Georgia, just as he was beginning to read a prepared speech, he broke his glasses; at a Mississippi dinner, a waiter spilled four glasses of milk over him, and at a California rally, a leading Democrat publicly insulted him (TIME. April 4). Last week in Texas, Democrat Butler walked, with his eyes wide open, into real trouble: he made the party split -which was healing -break open again...
...Should the law pass, [doglovers] say, thousands of dogs, all named 'Rusty,' will develop cardiac conditions and die brokenhearted . . . The insidious dog propaganda machine . . . would make you believe any man who has a reverent dislike for dogs is a rotter who would water his children's milk to cut down on his overhead. Why should a dog with whom I have nothing in common . . . be given the right to bound over me and lick my face? Why should I walk along a darkened street with an unleashed hound sniffing around my ankles as if I were...