Word: milkings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Eight Swishes. Vinoba Bhave is a sick man: he has a duodenal ulcer and malaria. For food, he takes only two cups of milk daily, the second laced with honey. Yet somehow he finds the energy to walk a steady ten to 20 miles a day. When he is on the road, he and his disciples get up in some sleeping village at 3 a.m. There is a patter of handclaps, a tinkling bell, the flash of a kerosene lantern, the shuffling of sandals in the dust, and the little group departs for the next village, singing hymns. When...
Allergists live in a topsy-turvy world where bread is often not the staff of life but an insidious poison, where milk can do the baby more harm than a slug of liquor, where innocent-looking eggs are the secret agents of rebellion, and where mother love can choke a child. Last week the American College of Allergists met in Chicago to hear the latest reports from topsy-turvydom...
...work and did it well when the office was not too rushed. But on the busiest days, his partners complained, just when they needed him most, he had to lie down in the afternoon. It turned out that on those days he had a cheese sandwich and a malted milk sent into the office, whereas on normal days he ate a lunch free of milk products and drank black coffee. The cheese was knocking...
...Munsan was Pfc. Robert Stell, a Baltimore Negro. General Mark Clark, who was waiting at Munsan to greet the returnees, saluted Stell and made a move to adjust his robe, but a medic beat the general to it. After medical and intelligence processing, the men were offered cigarettes, Cokes, milk shakes, steak. Some found steak too rich for them...
Ninety miles inland from the Persian Gulf, the oasis of Buraimi has slumbered for centuries. Its 8,000 inhabitants subsist on dates, camel meat and milk, and live in eight, mud-walled villages scorched by the gusts of the shamal. No one knows for certain to whom Buraimi belongs. Northward lies Trucial Oman, "protected" by the British; westward lies Saudi Arabia; all around is uncharted waste, so desolate that even the Arabs call it Rub al Khali, the Empty Quarter...