Word: muscatel
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Platero is small, downy, smooth-so soft to the touch that one would think he were all cotton, that he had no bones. He eats everything I give him. He likes tangerines, muscatel grapes, all amber-colored, and purple figs with their crystal points of honey...
...reaches their curbs and benches now that the Third Avenue elevated has been torn down. Along San Francisco's Mission Street, the "lumbermen"-beggars on crutches-whined for nickels and dimes, counted up daily takes that often reached $45. Along Chicago's West Madison Street "20% California muscatel" sold briskly at 40? a pint to "winos," while around Baltimore's Market Place the "smokehounds" with red-stained hands laboriously strained alcohol through handkerchiefs from the wax in cans of Sterno (29? a can, cut-rate) and gulped the pinkish alcohol after lining their stomachs with milk. Along...
Throughout the meals, collective farm-girls plied the farmers with vodka, Georgian champagne and sweet wine, Moldavian muscatel, Ukrainian riesling, Armenian cognac and beer. "During the meal at least a dozen toasts are drunk to world peace, Soviet-American friendship, the exchange of ideas, and to women of both countries," reported New York Times Correspondent Welles Hangen. "Thereafter it is open season for anyone to propose a toast to almost anything except war, Fascism and mass destruction." But as for Soviet agriculture, one member of the U.S. delegation remarked: "In general it seems to me that the living standard...
...yacht in sight of a Riviera crowd. His relatives were understanding but unmoved. Perhaps, said Gaston's brother, he could arrange to have his small son lick a British youngster his own age. Poor Gaston went to his favorite café and, with the help of his favorite muscatel, began morosely to imagine every detail of his historic disgrace. From there on. Novelist Ferret and Hero Gaston have the time of their lives, swashbuckling through the most amusing piece of Gallic whimsy to cross the Atlantic in a long while. Coming aboard the imaginary La Douce as an officer...
...Place, an abandoned adobe hut, Ira and his friends played cards for a while, but the cheap muscatel wine they were drinking soon got the better of the young men. Sometime after midnight Hayes became ill and went outside. Early the next morning he was found frozen on the sand...