Word: rhubarb
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...More Rhubarb. Few businesses grew more spectacularly. In 1889 the Childs brothers, Samuel and William, opened their first restaurant in Manhattan's old Merchant Hotel. Within ten years they earned enough to open ten more; then, on $1,000,000 put up by Oil Promoter A. W. Harris, their white-tiled restaurants mushroomed over the East...
Next inning, at the plate, there was a face-to-face exchange of hot words between Robinson and Garagiola-the kind of rough passage that fans appreciatively call a "rhubarb." Umpire "Beans" Reardon hastily stepped between the two and broke it up. That was the end of it: no fisticuffs on the field, no rioting in the stands. But it was a sign, and an important one, that Jackie had established himself as a big leaguer. He had earned what comes free to every other player: the right to squawk...
Henry Wallace's English hosts were pleased but shaken. What could be made of a man who smeared marmalade on his rhubarb at breakfast? Then there was the broadcast over Britain's Government-owned BBC. Carefully his sponsors explained that the occasion was nonpolitical, calling for light pleasantries. Wallace had nodded vaguely, mumbled that he understood. Then he launched into a violent attack on U.S. "power politics." Said a sponsor: "We were appalled-but delighted, too. We could never have got it on the air ourselves...
...also pays off. Against the Chicago Cubs last season, the day was getting dark and Brooklyn's pitcher was weakening. As his club came to bat, still leading 2-to-0, Durocher snapped to the bench: "Listen, you guys! I'm gonna stir up a rhubarb.* He began heckling the Cubs' catcher, Mickey Livingston: "Yeah, you! Grimm never used you this year until the pennant race was over, did he? Couldn't take a chance with a bum like you when the chips were down!" Catcher Livingston headed toward the Dodger bench angrily, and the ensuing...
...Much of Rhubarb's humor has the delicate bouquet of a subway rest room, but in spots the book is good slapstick satire and funny in a broad Broadway way. By the end, with the help of a Runyonesque assortment of low characters, including an outfielder and a lady wrestler, Author Smith somehow manages to make it into something resembling a novel. Cat lovers may have their doubts...