Word: spice
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Architect Edwin Lutyens. (She is now 80 and edited the letters herself.) To read A Blessed Girl is to understand the why and wherefore of the Victorian novel, with its passion for brazen scoundrels, innocent girls and rescuing heroes. Such conflicts were not mere fiction; they were the very spice of Victorian life. Emily herself found it hard to decide whether her reaction to her tragedy was "happiness or misery," but her mother, respectable Lady Lytton, was not undecided at all. Wrote Emily: she was "bitterly disappointed that it has all come to nothing and is dying to bring...
Clary Multiplier, a latecomer (1946) in the hotly competitive adding-machine business, found that its sales ($12,302,975 last year) were slipping. The company started a paid-vacation contest for division managers, then threw in the quiz to "spice up the program." The names of salesmen's wives who wish to enter the contest are written on cards, and each week four cards are drawn from a hopper. President Hugh Clary, or some other executive, then phones the wife and asks her how much business her husband has brought in so far that month. If she knows...
Variety, the old saw says, is the spice of life-and for sheer spice nothing beats the month...
...Senator does answer questions in an affirmative or negative spirit, it is always with some elaboration of the simple one syllable answer. Several phrases serve for "yes." One witness might reply with a string of "that is correct"s, sprinkling a few "that is right"s in as conservational spice. Mr. Wclch once raised himself above the Senatorial herd by making it "that is precisely right...
Flocks of robins flew up from the sycamore branches. A male and female American merganser were flushed from the riverbank and swooped over the valley. Purple finches bustled in the branches. The call of the titmouse was clear from the field. The spice bushes were in bud, and along the banks of the Potomac the willows were greening. Red maple was already painting the woods. From the bog water in the old unused canal came the song of peeper frogs...