Word: potatoed
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...front of it, commits its contours to memory. She needs recollection in tranquillity. "When I'm out in the country, I'm overwhelmed by it," she says, and so she tackles her oils indoors. To get overwhelmed, she frequently goes to a carriage house amidst the potato fields on the seaside flats of Long Island: "I love the light out there, not just the sunny days, but also the luminous fogs...
...living room 147 panels. These ranged from a buxom nurse giving a G.I. a shot of penicillin to a Communist guerrilla with his intestines exposed by mortar fire. The next day I stomped flat eleven empty cans. We stuck mostly to Campbell soup cans, but threw in a sweet potato can and a cardboard chow mein container for originality. These I nailed to the walnut paneling above the fireplace. When my wife returned from her trip to a nearby drive-in, we took the hamburgers and a single hot dog and affixed them to the north wall of the dining...
Chicago voters last week re-elected potato-shaped Mayor Richard Daley to a third term. That in itself was hardly a surprise: Daley (TIME cover. March 15) was figured to be a sure winner from the start. But surprise the election brought, nonetheless: though the mayor chirruped about his "overwhelming victory." his margin was narrow by Chicago standards...
...potato had failed before. There had been 20 minor failures since 1728, but the potato was so cheap and easy that the Irish continued to gamble their lives on it. What else could they do? In 1845-49 the Irish lost the gamble...
Between the Black Death and Buchenwald, Europe saw nothing like it west of Russia. In the five years of Ireland's Potato Famine (1845-49), 1,500,000 of the Irish perished-most of them starved to death. They wandered the road and died in ditches. Beggars could get nothing when all were beggars and there was nothing worth the begging. Typhus appeared. Whole villages became rotten cemeteries. The blind windows of the huts stared from their whitewashed walls like eyes in so many skulls...