Word: soured
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Lunch and dinner: potatoes prepared in many ways, Kommissbrot (bread made from coarse whole rye, rich in vitamin B), all sorts of cheeses, milk, sour milk or milk powder (it stays fresh for eight months), rice, beans, peas, oats and barley, dried vegetables, dried and preserved fruits. "Fresh vegetables are given in great quantities," and all cooking water is used again for soups and sauces to save vitamins and minerals...
...moved to Washington in 1933. At 17, Claude got fancy notions about going to Purdue University's School of Agriculture at Lafayette, 25 miles away. He graduated in 1915, with old-fangled resolve and new-fangled ideas, went back to Section 29. He tested the soil, found it sour, made a homely epigram: "We're mining the soil-not farming it." He began experimenting. Heedless of neighbors' alarms that he would kill the soil forever, he strewed phosphorus on the fields. He did nothing but farm, talked only about farming. His horizon stretched...
...fourth year of war rolled to a close on July 7, it found Japan this week still fighting, still strong-but taut, unhappy, sour. Much changed is war-weary Japan. Rice is rationed. Meatless days are a patriotic duty-only blubbery whale meat is on the free list. The production of warming sake (rice wine) is discouraged. Sugar has been replaced by long-forbidden saccharin in many commercial foods. Bitterest of all to the nervous, twitching Japanese is the shortage of cigarets...
...often agonizingly, if familiarly, funny. In The Navy their wacky, old-style fast talk gets snagged in the bony vocalizing of the Andrews Sisters, in the infantile attempts of Crooner Powell to get away from it all, in thousands of dollars worth of Universal props. Despite these expensive handicaps, sour-pussed Bud Abbott and outsized Lou Costello manage to resurrect many a guffaw for low-comedy devotees...
THEY WENT ON TOGETHER-Robert Nathan-Knopf ($2). Through an internationalized and thereby rather vague countryside, a widow, her son, her daughter and an orphan girl flee before an invading army. Robert Nathan's sour-sweet poetic tone, his exquisite sense of timing. are as usual; as usual, too, there is the highly specialized sentimentality which makes some of Nathan's readers dubious, others devoted...