Word: plated
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Last week about 500 California Democrats swarmed into San Francisco's Hotel Fairmont on Nob Hill for a $100-a-plate dinner. They got their money's worth: the featured speaker of the evening, Pennsylvania's bright young (37) Governor George Leader, gave the Californians just the sort of fighting talk that they wanted to hear and helped make the affair a boisterous success...
Blackout in the Capital. Because Argentina's capital is a seaport, lying on the broad, deep estuary called the Río de la Plata, a lot depended on what the navy did. The River Plate fleet, apparently on the rebel side from the start, gathered near the Uruguayan shore of the estuary. Admiral Isaac Rojas, commander of the rebel fleet, proclaimed a blockade of the capital. "The entire navy is heading for Buenos Aires," he said, contradicting repeated government assertions that the high-seas fleet was peaceably anchored at a port in southern Argentina. The rebels threatened...
...looked like a pennant-winning ball club; Manager Casey Stengel was the hunch-playing "perfesser" of old. The score was tied (1-1), there was one out, and the bases were full of Yanks. Pitcher Rip Coleman, who was holding his own on the mound, was due at the plate. But Casey yanked him in favor of Pinch-Hitter Bob Cerv, who stepped up and hit a single. Two runs scored. Then Outfielder Elston Howard bounced a home run off the right-field foul pole...
...third, another in the fifth, two in the seventh. Casey began to worry about those lost chances. He juggled his line-up like a man possessed. Now Martin was out with a torn fingernail; Berra was gone with an upset stomach, and Charley Silvera was back of the plate. Starting the ninth, the Yanks were only two thin runs in front...
...Genius. One of those inevitable accidents which mark the life of a genius turned Hogarth into the delineator of his age, or in his own phrase, its "master phiz-monger." He was just another London apprentice (his job was incising coats of arms on the gentry's silver plate), wandering about town like so many young men, knowing himself to be a genius, but not knowing what to be a genius about. A tavern brawl gave him his cue. A Sunday drinker clobbered another over the scalp with a quartern tankard. In 18th century terms it was a "laughable...