Word: roasts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...After 98 days of this horror, having sighted only two barren islands, they reached fertile Guam. By this time his men had chalked 85 murders against Magellan. Out of the 540 days the voyage had lasted, only two weeks, when they feasted at St. Lucy's Bay on roast peccary, manioc bread, batata and native women, could have been called pleasant...
...been in the price of meat. The less expensive cuts are up ten percent over last year, while such items as sirloin steak are 35 percent higher. Although sirloin steak may possibly be rarer in the future, Westcott disclosed that the University would still serve ten tons of roast beef every month...
...Kingsley gang en masse, the whole dirty, ruthless, gay, heroic, nasty, sadistic crew of them. In their transplanted metropolitan hell, Tommy (Billy Halop), Dippy (Huntz Hall), Angel (Bobby Jordan), Spit (Leo Gorcey), T. B. (Gabriel Dell) and Milty (Bernard Punsly) again speak in the thickened explosives of New Yorkese, roast mickeys (potatoes) in street fires, harass the brass-buttoned doorman of the neighborhood's swank apartment house, defy a flatfoot (policeman), beat the dickens out of a rich kid (Charles Peck), plan a gang war. When the rich kid's old man tries to have Tommy pinched...
Last week at the foot of barrier No. 5, the House Rules Committee, Wages & Hours lay as dead as a roast chicken. One of the most potent of Congressional Committees. Rules must say, in effect, "Pass on," before any bill can reach the floor of the House. If Rules refuses a rule, proponents of the bill can bring it to the floor by discharging the Committee through petition of half the membership, but only after an interval of 30 days. By its refusal to give Wages & Hours a rule last week the Committee had effectively bottled up the bill until...
...last month): As he has done every Sunday for two years, quiet, kindly. 61-year-old Fritz Mueller, German-born Seattle meat market owner, is delivering a roast of beef to a needy friend. Outside the apartment house, which substantial Citizen Mueller owns, he is stopped by two Federal Alcohol Tax Unit agents in plain clothes-short, swart Edward T. Kelly, 35, onetime Prohibition agent, and frail, bespectacled Leonard ("Relentless") Regan, 59, Croix de guerre War veteran, longtime Prohibition agent. Agent Kelly: "Where are you going with that package?" Mueller explains, asks why he is being followed. A scuffle takes...