Word: roasts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Legion. Its leader, Glubb Pasha (occidental title: Brigadier John Bagot Glubb, D.S.O., O.B.E.) stood next to His Majesty on the sun-scathed reviewing stand, picturesquely martial in a spiked helmet, with a long sword by his side. After the two-hour parade, everybody had lunch (main course: 56 whole roast sheep), while Trans-Jordan's masses launched on a three-day fete involving much shooting, soothsaying, and the consumption of vast quantities of stuffed peppers with soda...
...week's big meal (Sunday dinner) a British housewife can pool her family's meat ration (25? worth per person) for a roast, served with potatoes, limp lettuce, cauliflower or cabbage, and steamed pudding. But dinner for the rest of the week must be leaner. Sample menus...
...ahead of other nations (TIME, April 1); ?150,000,000 of war-accumulated credits that Argentines can most conveniently spend in England; and the conviction that Peron will be smart enough to look beyond 1946 to years when Argentina will be glad of the traditional British appetite for Argentine roast beef. Such considerations, with Argentina's sticky domestic finances, suggested that Britain's $2-billion investment in the Argentine would take a lot of liquidating...
...character in Czech-born F. C. Weiskopf's novel about Prague on the eve of World War I. When Reither came home from parting with Minnow, he found his household just the way it always was. His sister, the Honorable Caroline von Wrbata-Treuenfels, was coldly examining a roast goose's wingbone through her lorgnette. Son Max Egon was at work on his great essay: Life, a Disease of Our Planet. Son-in-law Dr. Rankl, who looked like "a set of false teeth," was sipping coffee with whipped cream and reciting snatches of patriotic poetry...
...family could hold a candle to the wild Grenviles. "There was some quality in the race, some white undaunted spirit bred in their bones . . . surging through their blood." When roisterous Sir Richard, most dashing of all the Grenviles, met bitter-sweet Mistress Honor Harris over a dinner of roast swan and burgundy, their seismic passion rocked the country. "Oh wild betrothal, startling and swift . . .!" Gossips recounted how he had ". , . shamed me in a room in Plymouth . . . carried me [away] by force-[that] I ... lived as his mistress for three months-[but] Richard and I, in the gladness of our hearts...