Word: rug
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Fibber's garrulous tarradiddles, the broguish comeuppances Molly metes out to him, the dated didos of his numerous stooges, are as familiar as the pattern of the living-room rug. Fibber is an incorrigible blowhard, but a game guy to boot. With nonpareil confidence, he tries his luck at anything, from barbering to running an army...
...right here we got the sheep. . . . They sing hymns, and they preach sermons and they is taken up with the spiritual side of life. Then over on the left here is the goats. . . . Among them I see gamblers, a couple of cake-eaters, some jitterbugs and some rug cutters...
...latest furniture is typical. To be completely up-to-date, the modernists turned a model living room on its side and fastened it to the wall, but its furniture-rug, table, overstuffed sofa, padded armchair, etc.-looked comfortable even from that angle. And there was not a single piece of steel tubing in the room...
Recently the language difficulty reached a crisis. Though the Navajos are famed silversmiths and rug makers, their livelihood depends largely on sheep raising. The Government found their lands 40% overgrazed, their soil rapidly becoming eroded, concluded that the Navajos must be persuaded to reduce their stocks. But how to tell them? The Navajos had no written language. The Government's experts had developed a scientific jargon which they called Navajo, but the Navajos couldn't understand it. In their own vernacular, the Navajos had no words for such paleface facts as "sheep units," "wholesale," "retail." Navajo translation...
...that the French woman does not have to be enigmatic, isolated or incomprehensible. Like her husband she is gregarious, and hence wants a family more than she wants the vote. Like him, she is economical, often in the less advantaged classes to the point of unsanitation. A beaten rug loses part of its life, and no scraps of food of the slightest usefulness are to be thrown away...