Word: pistachios
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Afghanistan today is known mainly for its hounds, carpets and pistachio nuts. Its rugged, ruin-strewn terrain is still strategically important, the geopolitical crossroads between China, Russia, India and Iran. But centuries ago it was a well-traveled highway. Remarked Hsüan-tsang, a 7th century Chinese Bud dhist pilgrim, of this 800-mile bridge between the East and West: "Here are found objects of merchandise from all parts...
...Wilson Howard was a natty little man with a predilection for splendid dress-fresh boutonnieres every day, violently checked pistachio shirts and bow ties of the same stuff. His taste for work was just as pronounced. "I'm not a candidate for the funeral director yet," he said in 1960, putting aside his last active title with the Scripps-Howard newspaper chain and taking the relatively inactive post of chairman of the executive committee. But he continued to go down to the office every day just the same. There, one afternoon last week, in his 81st year, a heart...
...loveliest capital in the Middle East. Surging traffic bewilders a stranger, with tramcars plunging the wrong way down one-way streets, pedestrians and pushcarts jaywalking heedlessly. Garbage lies uncollected around stunning glass-walled apartment buildings, and any car parked below is certain to be littered by melon rinds and pistachio shells tossed from the balconies and windows. As fast as the police write out traffic tickets, motorists throw them away, and cars are double-and triple-parked all over town...
...other readers, deceived as we were, really want to taste something good, let them try Natural (i.e. undyed) Giant Monarch Pistachio Nuts. The best I have found may be bought at Russ and Daughters on Houston street in New York. In the meantime, cancel my subscription. Mr. Cohen should be ashamed of himself. Lerna S. Katz...
...cried through all three intermissions over something like an inflamed T-Zone-Aïda never reached the pitch of performance that might have saved it from its staging. Designer Robert O'Hearn built a marshmallow Egypt; Stage Director Nathaniel Merrill strewed the huge cast across it like pistachio shells; Katherine Dunham firmly fixed a rhinestone in every navel within reach and made her debut as a Met choreographer nothing more than a tawdry reminder of her old Haitian dance suites. Uniformly brave performances and sensitive conducting by Georg Sold were not enough to counteract such problems, and Verdi...