Word: milkings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...temper-trying month before the monsoon, and the rains that had brought floods to the Brahmaputra Valley had not yet brought relief to New Delhi. In the dusty streets, bullocks steamed and lepers drowsed beside their begging bowls; in his office, a peevish Prime Minister grumbled about curdled milk, loudly complained about a badly designed public building, ticked off a Hindi language enthusiast in testy Hindi, finally flounced off for an hour's relaxation at a private screening of Danny Kaye's Knock on Wood...
...Florida court last week there was a different Fifth Amendment situation. Leo Sheiner, a Miami attorney and World War II chief counsel for OPA's milk, cream and ice-cream section, invoking the Fifth Amendment, refused to say whether or not he was a Communist. From Sheiner's refusal Circuit Judge Vincent Giblin drew conclusions that might help to clarify a lot of public confusion about what the Fifth Amendment is and is not supposed to do. Ordering Sheiner's immediate disbarment, Judge Giblin said...
...beautiful yellow-orange-colored ore." He staked out a claim and then, to save his feet, fashioned a crude raft to carry him downriver to civilization. The raft upset, dumped Pick and his belongings into the river. Starting out on foot again, he lived for four days on dried milk and oatmeal. When he finally reached his truck again, he was retching with agony from arsenic poisoning picked up by drinking the fouled Muddy Creek water...
Nobody could be told, of course, for fear grandfather would forbid them to play with the baby, the way he had with the goats. So they kept it in a lean-to in a secret part of the woods, and fed it on stolen milk ("You got to wet its whistle," Harry explained, "near every hour of the day"), and changed its diaper the way Harry had seen his mother do with Davy. At night Harry slipped out of the window when everyone was asleep, and went to the lean-to "to protect [the baby] from the wolves...
...makes Ned's letters read more like those of an ardent, puttering professor than an inspired leader of men. Hundreds of his early letters contain nothing more exciting than the measurements, in feet and inches, of innumerable loopholes, embrasures and arches, plus detailed information about the price of milk and bread and the state of his bicycle ("34 punctures to date ... in 1,400 miles"). If Ned's letters were the only clue to his identity, readers would think that all he did in World War I was collect stamps for his little brother, meet some amiable sheiks...