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...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...
...satisfied by offering insult for insult. Soon an urgent cable informed Sir John Simon that his visit must be canceled "due to a slight cold with great hoarseness" contracted by Der Reichsführer. The German cancellation carried no expression of regret, no invitation for a later date. To rub in this diplomatic insult Adolf Hitler, who last month opened Berlin's Motor Show (TIME, Feb. 25), revisited its twelve acres of booths last week, talked loudly if hoarsely with his entourage and neither coughed nor sneezed. At the Foreign Office correspondents were told, "The White Paper...
...Break his legs," begs the crowd, "Rub his back! Get the hairs on his stomach...