Word: roasting
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...pleased look about the Savoy's plushy dining room. This was the most successful luncheon the London branch of the American Chamber of Commerce had staged this year-400 British and U.S. admirals, generals, politicians and businessmen present, another 150 turned away. During the main course of veal roast, potatoes and asparagus he leaned over, made a suggestion to the luncheon speaker, British Minister of Production Oliver Lyttelton. Since there were so many Americans present, Mr. Phillips whispered, it might be a good thing if the speaker said a few words about the U.S. and Japan...
Bought Off. In Port Chester, N.Y., Evans Ward returned home to find that burglars had made off with jewels worth $3,000, found his Great Dane watchdog contentedly munching a roast of beef from the refrigerator...
...veteran Aussie officer, known up & down the territory, made the keynote speech: "Japan man he come never no more." Then the drums boomed, flutes shrilled, voices chanted, dancers swayed and stomped in frenzy. When the hour came for the immemorial roast-pork feast there was not enough to go around: him hungry Japan man had combed the jungle clean of wild pigs. But him white fella man more than made up the lack with bully beef and flour. Never in fuzzy-wuzzy memory had there been a finer sing-sing...
Prime Minister Winston Churchill used to see the King one morning each week. Their sessions grew so long they were absorbing each other's entire half-day. Now Churchill lunches with the King one day a week, usually Thursday. Over grilled sole, or cold roast beef, washed down with whiskey and soda, the Prime Minister talks about the war, or the latest gossip of Downing Street. George VI and Churchill are gay and intimate friends, but Churchill does most of the talking. Churchill serves the King competently and with abiding respect, calls his monarch "Sir." The King...
Antheil's new symphony boomed with martial rhythms and surged with soulful tunes. It sounded successively like Richard Strauss's Ein Heldenleben, a circus parade and a Czechoslovakian weenie-roast. It was vulgar, raucous, unabashedly sentimental, as enjoyable as a baseball game or a day at Coney Island. Critics were unable to down the suspicion that Composer Antheil had paid careful attention to the music and success of Dmitri Shostakovich. In any event, the work proved what some of his friends have long suspected: that the talent Antheil has hid under a bushel of estheticism...