Word: pea
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...small egg, duck egg, goose egg, guinea egg, robin's egg, pigeon egg, quail egg, small pullet's egg, banty egg; walnut, English walnut, hulled walnut, hull of walnut, pecan acorn, unhulled walnut; grain of corn, few grains of maize, bean, navy bean, pea, lentil seed, soup bean; orange, small orange, lemon, small lemon, lime, grapefruit, half grape, melon, dried prune, stuffed olive; dollar, dime, nickel, quarter, half a dollar, dollar and a half; saucer, dinner plate; pencil point, BB shot; third of a baseball, football-sized mass, volley ball; fist, hand, thumb, child's fist...
Sowbelly & Spelunking. Proprietor of the Downstairs (and of another water hole, accurately called Upstairs at the Downstairs, situated due north) is a mustached, elegant North Carolinian named Julius Monk, who dresses like an under secretary at the Foreign Office, struts a pea-soup-thick British accent, and floats out an occasional sowbelly vowel. Monk opened the Downstairs early in 1956, now emcees the show, also fills in when one of the two pianists doesn't show up. He is also busy planning the Downstairs evacuation to another, larger catacomb. Selecting the site will not be easy. Says Monk...
Toshiko: Her Trio Her Quartet (Storyville). Japanese Jazz Pianist Toshiko Akiyoshi takes off on some fiery lyrical flights in this selection of eight compositions, two of them her own (Salute to Shorty, Pea, Bee and Lee). She is at her best in a couple of high, animated conversations with Alto Saxophonist Boots Mussulli (/'// Remember April, Kelo...
...station to wait its turn at Park's Bridge Junction, which Londoners call the "busiest strip of railway line in the world." The electric train's ten coaches were pack-jammed, with more than 1,000 passengers caught up in the confusion of the heaviest pea-souper in two years...
...prewar graces are gone. Over the pea-green waters of the 500-year-old, moss-and lichen-encrusted Imperial Moat, big-winged black butterflies flutter languidly. Within the Imperial Palace grounds (visited by 700,000 Japanese yearly) swarms of graceful scarlet dragonflies dip and glitter in the sunshine. In tiny rock gardens behind the bamboo walls of private homes, artificial fountains gurgle, and tiny bells tinkle to the slightest breeze. Traffic cops, sweating in their summer khakis, pause to admire carefully arranged clusters of chrysanthemums set in their dusty control stations, sip glasses of hot green tea to keep cool...