Word: shoulder
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...ranks between rows of planted cabbages in the little garden plots. A hot sun beat on the crowd; the air was heavy with sweat and whirls of dust from the sandy earth and the odor of cheap tobacco. A seven-year-old girl whimpered against her father's shoulder. He muttered to someone near him: "Why shouldn't she be here? These are historic hours. We're going to see freedom either reborn or reburied...
...Shoulder. Thirteen years ago, Kup was a $32.50-a-week sportwriter on the Times. Son of a West Side bakery driver, he worked his way through Northwestern and the University of North Dakota, was a quarterback and college publicity man. His career as a pro footballer (with the Philadelphia Eagles) lasted only five games; a shoulder injury turned him into a sport reporter. In 1943 the Times let him try a column. Cracked Kup: "I spent all my time in nightclubs anyway...
...waitress from Rome's Communist-filled slums who last week slipped off to swarming, breezy Ostia for an afternoon on the beach with her boy friend Mario. "We were lying there in the sun talking," she told a reporter later, "when somebody tapped me on the shoulder and said, 'Where do you think you are -in your bedroom?' There, leaning over us, was an ugly, sweating flatfoot with a big mustache. 'Beat it,' he said, 'and take off that scandalous bathing suit or else-' 'What do you mean?' I asked gently...
...barbecued lamb shoulder or shoulder chops are delicious, but no, you would rather pay from 20 to 30? a pound more for a leg or loin chops. You imagine bone weighs much more than it does . . . The fat that your children need for normal healthy growth is going in the tallow basket for 8? a pound and you are paying for it with higher prices...
...certainly don't get food like this at home." To this the young Russian nods understandingly and vigorously and says simply: "Me too." All seems to be going splendidly for a pleasant three-power chat till a dark, curly-haired Soviet major taps the lieutenant on the shoulder and murmurs something briefly. The chat ends abruptly, as the lieutenant looks back regretfully at his unfinished plate. The American shrugs...