Word: pied
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...buttermilk. Typical breakfast: 1 doz. fried eggs, a huge ½-in.-thick slice of ham, 1 doz. hard rolls, 1 qt. black coffee. Dinner: 1 doz. raw oysters, chicken gumbo, terrapin stew, two canvasback ducks, mashed potatoes, lima beans, macaroni, asparagus, cole slaw, stewed corn, 1 hot mince pie, 1 qt. coffee; 1 bottle sauterne, 1 qt. champagne, several cognacs. He particularly liked a 7-lb. beefsteak, 1½-in. thick, so rare it was hardly warm.. * A violation of a major canon of the American Bar Association, which, however, never peeped until some time after Judge James...
...year ahead of her class. She was an avid reader of fiction, newspapers, crime stories. She told this nightmare tale with stupendous composure. Throughout her questioning, she stuck to her story, said finally: "I'd like to have some soup and a piece of lemon cream pie." Steadfast in his belief that Chloe was telling the truth was her stricken father...
Last night Harvard's Widener-weary population was presented with a rich menu of extra-curricular delicacies. No less than four courses were offered, ranging from LaGuardia soup to John Mason Brown pie. The decision as to which three items to miss was painful indeed, and the very richness of the choice encouraged a resigned withdrawal...
...uncompromising and forthright as a custard pie in the face, the Student Council Food Report is one of those rare pieces of research that is likely to get things done. Narrowing its field down to a manageable size, the Council Committee stuck simply to describing what goes on in the Dining Halls now. It wisely refrained from setting itself up as a board of efficiency experts, or drawing up a whole new plan for the Halls; likewise it postponed work on the problem of student waiters until it can find out more definitely how the undergraduates feel about it. Thus...
Through the noisy aisles of U. S. machine-tool plants last week rubber-tired food wagons glided. Whenever it pleased them, overalled machinists, black-lipped and pasty-faced under the flourescent green lights, stopped their work for between-meal snacks of milk, sandwiches, crullers, pie. Yankee toolmakers are brought up through a long apprenticeship to have a religious reverence for millionths of an inch, but food is a necessity, for precision suffers when a worker's stomach begins to twinge...