Word: mutton
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Rivals. One of Malan's school friends was a long-legged Boer farm boy named Jan Christian Smuts. The Smutses and the Malans were neighbors, and twice each month Jannie Smuts and Danie Malan sat down together to polish off a huge Sunday dinner of pumpkin and mutton. A brilliant scholar and athlete, young Smuts went off to Stellensbosch University to study poetry and philosophy. Four years later, Danie came plodding after. He was barely 20, yet he had already developed a double chin. Smuts met him at the station with a cry of "Dear Danie," tapped...
...musk ox, first of all, is not an ox. Its true name: ovibos (literally, sheep-ox). Also, it has no musk sacs. It gives tasty milk, produces one of the softest wools known to man, and yields meat (though only if killed) which tastes like a combination of mutton and beef. Teal plans to lead an expedition to Ellesmere Island in the Canadian archipelago next autumn (when this year's crop of musk-ox calves will have reached the size of police dogs), snatch eight of the small fry from their mothers, and bring them back to his Vermont...
...Korea, the 1st Marine Aircraft Wing enjoyed a pleasant change of scenery with the arrival of Betty Mutton and her U.S.O. troupe. Wearing a duckbill cap and a snug winter jacket, Betty joined the boys in the mess hall where a photographer caught a rare shot of her mobile face in repose. Later, she sang and danced for her hamburger supper with the usual Hutton gusto...
...ragpickers. Among the finest: a warmhearted study of a blind organ grinder accompanying a bright-faced young street singer, deadpan views of the cluttered windows of a toupee maker and hairdresser, sailor-hatted moppets at play in the Luxembourg Gardens, a plump bakery girl in leg-of-mutton sleeves pushing her wicker cart, a crew of pavers at work on a Paris street...
...18th Century château, where even the secret panels have secret panels, where Boris Karloff keeps the keys to the dungeons, and evil servants slink about among torture contraptions apparently devised by some medieval Rube Goldberg. Lording it over this den of vipers, slobbering over great platters of mutton, and fondling his foul schemes, sits Seigneur Laughton...