Word: repast
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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William Schmidt has cooked 25,000 meals for himself on the same wood stove. Typical repast: "fish chowder" (boiled onions, rice, a can of sardines). William Schmidt, 68, is knotty with muscle and so bent from years and decades of working in a tunnel that he can hardly straighten up. But last week mining men were saying that he had accomplished the greatest one-man mining achievement in the history of engineering...
...perused the TIME of July 11 most assiduously in order to be satiated by your weekly repast and was very comfortably feasting when I was suddenly shocked by the caption "Darkie's Horses" on p. 26 under Sport. Certainly I thought, "my eyes are deceiving me. I must be partaking of the feast more rapidly than is good for my digestive apparatus...
...line French, German and Alsatian "kitchen men," Association members buy upwards of $500,000,000 worth of food every year. Since Repeal they have handled nearly that much liquor business. Typical was the Roosevelt-Du Pont wedding last July when caterers offered what was, for them, a skimpy repast of hors d'oeuvres, ice cream and cakes, but made up for it with champagne. Even thicker than sample-passers from food companies at the convention last week were wine and liquor salesmen, whose stocks of courtesy cocktails ran out fast. Budweiser was served free on the hotel roof...
Europe's "honest broker," French Premier Pierre Laval, achieved one of the outstanding triumphs of post-War diplomacy last week, and a Gallic jest. After enjoying a repast in one of Paris' best restaurants and paying like the very devil for it, with 10% "for service" on top, M. Laval was approached by the fawning Patron who murmured, "Perhaps M. le Président would pen a precious thought in our Golden Book...
...stomachs of those who have never experienced an Eliot House repast, there may lurk the false assumption that Lowell House has a monopoly on worm-ridden fish, bad eggs, wizened grape-fruit, oily orange-juice, moribund chops, all-wool pancakes, bilious liver, vegetables that smell as sweet by any other name, and so forth, down the pallid lists of the oleaginous concatenation of convalescing vitamins served at room temperature and garnished with the cadavers of the insect world. My gorge rises at the thought! I challenge any of the seven cross-sections to greater right to complaint. For the honor...