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...Culinary processes will be carried out in one electrically heated vessel of some light alloy which will serve as a saucepan for boiling water and frying pan for cooking any meat permitted. Each astronaut will be allowed one cup (but no saucer), one plate and one spoon, and a knife and fork might also be taken to be passed around from hand to hand...
...apiece. A Gainsborough was knocked down for $6,700, a Joshua Reynolds landscape for only $1,600, a Jan Steen for $3,200, a Rembrandt Peale Washington for $3,400. A Chippendale mahogany and needlepoint settee sold for $2,600; two silver chocolate pots and brandy saucepan for $820. Three Gothic stained & painted glass panels and a roundel were taken out of the west window for $1,400. Then the auctioneers walked all over the house, auctioning as they went, sold off even the servants' billiard table downstairs. Total proceeds...
...able to do a fortnight's tramping in the Austrian Alps without any additional equipment. A special feature of the outfit is the tin-opener, which has been especially constructed so that it leaves no rough edges on the tin. which may afterwards be used as an extra saucepan. The tent pole can also be used as a walking-stick...
...house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it. The long night seemed to have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. The saucepan had rusted and the mat decayed. Toads had nosed their way in. Idly, aimlessly, the swaying shawl swung to and fro. . . . Poppies sowed themselves among the dahlias; the lawn waved with long grass; giant artichokes towered among roses; a fringed carnation flowered among the cabbages; while the gentle tapping...
...Manhattan, sloe-eyed Italian children competed in a baby show. Some were knock-kneed, some astigmatic, round-shouldered, swivel-hocked, unduly thin; some spilled their milk with mild equability, as if a saucepan in their stomachs were softly frothing over. But well-nigh perfect was Anthony Chieco. He was fat. He was serene. "What do you feed him on?" doctors asked the mother. "Spaghetti," shrugged enormous Mrs. Chieco. "He eats moocha spaghetti, and he drinks da vino- wine. Madre di Dio, he drinks it, oouf! like ees water...