Word: souped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...FOREIGN NEWS). "It is no part of our hopes or wishes," observed Tory President of the Board of Trade Peter Thorneycroft to the American Chamber of Commerce in London, "that the citizens of the U.S. should tax themselves into poverty in order that their country might become the soup kitchen of the Western world. We want to pay our way . . . We ask a fair deal for our exporters . . . free and fair competition with your own producers." It was Thorneycroft's way of saying that high U.S. tariffs are partly to blame for Britain's troubles...
...detailed diary. He saw nothing that he had not seen many times before while studying the modern lotus. "On the first day," he wrote, "it assumes the shape of a sake bottle; on the second, the shape of a sake cup; on the third, the shape of a soup bowl; on the fourth, the shape of a saucer." By the end of the fourth day, the pale pink petals begin to wither and turn brown. Soon, all that is left is the seed pod, splayed out like an upright shower nozzle. "It just goes to show you," said Dr. Lotus...
...prepare his food, a Kogi man's idea of a good catch is a lass with a workhorse physique. He helps in the fields (sugar cane, turnips, potatoes) as little as he can. He and his wife live in separate conical houses. Daily, the woman cooks a thin soup of vegetables, sets it on a terrace outside her house, where her husband comes to eat. Nights, she lures him to lie down in the fields, threatening to cut off the soup if he refuses. To keep the nagging at a minimum, most Kogi men try to keep their women...
...dark tunnels lit only by their battery-fed cap lamps, and relaxed with Communist papers sent down from the shaft head. On the surface, their families camped forlornly near -barbed-wire enclosures redolent with the rotten-egg smell of sulphur furnaces. A constant stream of baskets containing fish, cheese, soup and meat passed through the gate to be sent below. With the baskets went an occasional note. "If you don't come up, I'll go away forever," wrote one wife. Her husband scrambled out of the emergency exit. By the end of the 30th day, 28 others...
...National Orchestra 1) a new composition none had ever played before, and 2) a well-practiced concerto of his own choice. This year's new composition, a fiercely atonal concerto by Belgian Composer Raymond Chevreuille, had the contestants in an uproar. Complained one: "Bartok and Prokofiev are duck soup compared to it." Said another, singling out two men who happened to be among the 13 contest judges: "Even Rubinstein and Casadesus couldn't play it." Concours officials agreed to lop off the third movement for the decisive test...