Word: sherbet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...conspicuous mark of distinction in Karachi streets, are now hidden away in garages, and one businessman even painted his fire-engine-red station wagon a dull grey, happy to have it no longer "an eye-catcher." A strolling policeman no longer accepts the gratuitous glass of iced sherbet from the street vendor, under pain of prosecution for them both if he does. Office "peons" no longer demand "tea money" for leading callers to officials. Karachi's once-flourishing café society stays home, has abandoned the nightclubs to foreigners. As one businessman, who has made...
Class members and friends whipped through 1400 lobsters, each of which weighed in at 1 1/2 pounds. The head caterer, now in his fifteenth year serving hungry alumni at Essex, watched '34 eat up 250 pounds of chicken salad, 300 quarts of sherbet, and 125 gallons of coffee. His firm also fed 500 younger children of the Class at their own picnic at Manchester Beach...
...tray of fresh beef liver slid into place at the Lowell House dining hall at one o'clock this afternoon. The Committee to Visit Harvard College ate fresh liver and had their sherbet...
...such an atmosphere of yearning, the Big Four foreign ministers met one evening at the Pacific Union Club, a squat, brownstone mansion atop Nob Hill, to savor California cracked crabs, guinea hen on ham, and strawberries Mary Pickford (coated with pineapple sherbet). "A month ago we were in Vienna," toasted the host, John Foster Dulles. "Tonight we dine in San Francisco. Within the month we will be at Geneva. We can all hope that the sources of friction between us have been reduced by our efforts." The city lay beneath them, glistening myriad lights at night, to the edge...
...thinks it worth playing. The ladies may knit with muted needles, but there is not another sound until the record is ended. While the music is on, Kinsey eyes his guests to see whether they catch the nuances of a fine performance. Between numbers, and at a sherbet and cake intermission, there is no idle chatter-only the point-counterpoint of lofty criticism. When the last piece has been played, the guests rise as one, thank the Kinseys for a lovely evening, and leave in a body...