Word: spaghetti
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...Clubs! Such remission from on high could no more come to the American taxpayer than to Atlas, the Greek weight lifter. On the taxpayer's shoulders rest the defense of the free world, the salaries of 2,500,000 U.S. Government employees, the care of Eskimos, and the spaghetti supply of Naples. The American taxpayer is the latest product of aeons of human progress. From his forefathers, despots were able to extract, under club or sword or torture, a livre here and a bushel of turnips there. But every dime the American taxpayer gives up has been voted...
...Jenaz, 18 miles away, or to the nearer villages of Saas, Serneus, Klosters or Wolfgang, each serviced by a whistle-stop railroad that hauls the skier right back to Davos. At Zermatt, in the shadow of the Matterhorn, a good skier can zip down to Italy for a spaghetti lunch and be back in Switzerland for dinner...
...Tomatoes. At the age of 15, Tillie, who was born Myrtle Ehrlich, was married to a Brooklyn wholesale grocer who imported the firm-bodied, pear-shaped Italian tomatoes which make the best spaghetti sauce. She later divorced the grocer, but she remembered the tomatoes, even when she went to work selling securities in Wall Street. In 1934, when a tariff sent the price of Italian tomatoes skyrocketing, Tillie began to think of growing them in the U.S. Everybody told her it was impossible ("the soil isn't right"). But on a trip to Italy, she got seed and talked...
...dove was plastered on posters, stamped on ash trays and handkerchiefs, brooches and earrings. Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, Poland and Russia put it on postage stamps. It was stamped on tickets to rallies in France and on banners to fly over the rallies; in Belgium, they made it out of spaghetti and macaroni for sale to peace-lovers. On U.S. automobiles in France, little dove stickers appeared, with the words "American, go home. We want peace...
...pound chunks of rare steak and a mound of barbecued kidneys on his plate, devour them and then heap on a second helping. For breakfast, he holds down to a steak and four to six eggs. He usually skips lunch. With great effort ("I go crazy"), he resists the spaghetti, ravioli and pizza he dearly loves, and the beer he loves scarcely less. In the old days, Lanza once polished off 40 pieces of fried chicken at a sitting, and washed them down with a quart of eggnog...