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...about 11.15 in all manner of weird conveyances and arrived at the Varsity club at a little after 11.15 where a tasty lunch was spread, for them, prepared as only Mr. Waistcoat can. Delicious hot steaks were set appetizingly out in long platters, garnished with quaint sprigs of parsley. On the attractively decorated table were set large bowls of Raspberry jam, out of which peeped wide eyed little seeds. The steaming hot toast out of the big Union ovens came in and was eagerly devoured by the hungry horde of football fighters...
...German girls are paying for not wanting or daring to have babies. Theirs is precisely the punishment that was inflicted upon several thousand U. S. citizens who, craving drink, drank Jamaica ginger extract (TIME, March 24, 1930 et seq.). The European girls took apiol, an oily fluid obtained from parsley flowers, as an abortifacient. Both the European apiol and the U. S. ginger extract had been adulterated by viciously shrewd manufacturers with a tricresyl phosphate, newly discovered organic chemical which destroys nerves in the spinal cord (TIME, July 28. 1930). First nerves to go are usually those controlling the muscles...
...what is called his shyness. . . . He avoids eating with other people. ... He hates waiting more than two minutes for a meal or spending more than five minutes on a meal." He eats anything from diseased camel meat up. Says he, "To me, all food is alike except oysters and parsley. I don't like oysters. I'm not fond of parsley?tastes like a grave." He "avoids regular hours of sleep. . . . Perhaps his most unexpected personal characteristic is that he never looks at a man's face and never recognizes a face. ... He can be relentless to the point...
...from the case. Prime clown of early Newburyport "Lord" Timothy Dexter. He sent coals to Newcastle, warming pans to the In made a fortune. He lived in a mansion bristling with minarets and wo statues. He drank constantly, crown haddock-hawker his private poet laureate with a wreath of parsley, spelled v than Chaucer, published oftener...
...inspection at the Long Island factory. Here she would exhibit row on row of half-opened water lilies, kept fresh until the exact moment when their essence may be impounded into creams, powders, lipsticks. Less aesthetic visitors could feast their eyes on tubs of cucumbers, great bunches of parsley leaves. Madame Rubinstein is justly proud of her products, noted for their active qualities, making the skin tingle. At her shop, min-istrants to beauty smile when a newcomer tries an application. "Timid women," they 'remark, "are-terrified...