Word: roasts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...barrage of buffets and catered meals came at the traditional three times per diem in Lowell, the Union, the Block-house, Mem Hall, the Harvard Club, and the Hotel Somerset with the diet ranging from Dublin stew to roast beef. The food never ran out although at times fraudulent reunions and uninvited guests almost outnumbered the genuine articles. Led by hopeful Olympic oarsmen, a horde of disguised undergraduates lunched Tuesday on seafood Newburgh at Lowell...
...Senate listened hardest to South Dakota's Republican Chan Gurney. Sure, he agreed, it was "a stupendous pork barrel . . . but it will put pork chops and bacon and roast pork on millions of dinner tables." The Senators had added more than $101 million to the bill the House had already passed. But they had a good excuse for throwing economy out the window. The bill's whopping total-$640,253,200-was still about $25 million under the Administration's budget estimate. An overwhelming voice vote rolled the barrel to passage...
...acre campus whose classical buildings rise like a bit of ancient Athens out of a drab part of midtown Philadelphia. Girard is not really a college at all, but the richest boarding school in the world (its endowment: $90 million). Harry Truman inspected everything, put away an enormous roast beef luncheon, accepted a pupil-fashioned bronze statuette of the Founder, listened to a 16-year-old pianist play Chopin, planted a pair of sapling twinoaks...
...only regular exercise he ever takes: the lifting and downing of four large Scotch highballs before dinner. He stripped off his tentlike coat and trousers, took a shower, waddled around in his underwear for a time, got into a clean suit, and sat down to a roast beef dinner. Then he hustled his men back to the office...
...main ballroom was jammed with football enthusiasts for the Gridiron Club's annual dinner. Harlow was seated at the head table three places away from his successor, Art Valpey. He looked tired and now and then he smiled a little weakly. While other diners wolfed down huge planks of roast beef and mountainous ice cream and fruit concoctions, he rolled a boiled potato around his plate as though it was something less than a loose ball and made uninspired passes at some specially prepared orange juice he had brought with him from Maryland...