Word: rubbed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...successfully flatters his middle-class public and also their beloved sovereign with such turns as: "We may all of us have King's blood in our veins. The Dago who blacked my boots in Vancouver may be descended in some roundabout way from Julius Caesar. . . . And we fools rub our eyes and wonder when we see genius come out of the gutter! It did not begin there . . . Shakespeare . . . Napoleon . . . who knows what kings and prophets they had in their ancestry...
...appeared that the Governor had waited one day too long to veto the bill which had automatically become the law of Alabama. Other Alabama editors just howled, but not the Dothan Eagle's young Editor Hall. On his front page appeared an editorial to make Dothan citizens rub their eyes...
...Then bring to the boil, season to taste and simmer gently until all vegetables are cooked. Remove garlic and herbs, and rub through fine hair-sieve. Return to clean stewpan, correct for seasoning. Bring slowly to the boil, while thickening with a little cornflour mixed with cold water, then add a pinch of castor sugar and serve with crouton of fried bread. A little seed tapioca may be added as a garnish, but must be added and cooked before the soup is thickened...
...motor cars and trucks. Today the exuberant young Commonwealth, much sobered down and striving mightily to pay her debts, is Britain's third best customer and the U. S.'s second best for motor vehicles. Australians are also avid consumers of U. S. typewriters. They expect Premier Lyons to rub these facts into Washington's New Dealers and convince President Roosevelt that he should lower the U. S. tariff to favor Australia's wool, wine and wood...
...peering out into the boery cacophony that surrounds him. Smoke drifts and hangs. Hectored barmaids bustle wearily to help Harvard's demi-monde with its forgetting. High school heroes and prep school might-have-beens assure each other of what they might be doing now. Beacon Hill-climbers rub their barked shins unseen and unmolested. Literary figures of other days talk stridently of what they could be writing. Yonder the Great Lover is educating Radcliffe, while a nearby group of almost-clubmen watch him with scornful interest. Frustration wanders quietly from booth to booth, barely perceptible through the fumes...