Word: spoonful
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...breakfast time, peel a banana. Lay it on a plate of ample size and ladle over it thick orange marmalade. Eat with a spoon, munching at the same time hot, buttered toast. Sip coffee...
...constructed of three pieces of wood, a few bolts, a spring, a piece of aluminum shaped like a huge spoon. It was hailed last week at the Nebraska Agricultural College as a potential revolution in the farming world. It will enable the tiller of the soil to go to the cinema or drink cider or sleep, while his fields are being plowed. It will soon be put on the market at a cost of a few dollars. It is the invention of F. L. Zybach of Grand Island...
...trial lawyer with side interests in Democratic politics. Writing poetry was another sideline. His friend, Publisher William Marion Reedy of Reedy's Mirror, refused several of his contributions, but accepted from one "Lester Ford" some subjective epitaphs on imaginary dwellers in an imaginary Illinois town called Spoon River. This "joke" was the beginning of the Spoon River Anthology. But before Spoon River waxed famous, Poet Masters adopted another pseudonym, "Elmer Chubb," and contributed to Reedy's Mirror many fine-sounding sonnets chanting the praises of William Jennings Bryan, the Anti-Saloon League and Mary Garden. When critics took the Spoon...
...cook stirring gravy to keep it from scorching in the skillet is done in two minutes and backs off blinking, sweating and choking, having finished the hardest job of getting dinner. But my hardest job lasts not two minutes but the better part of half an hour. My spoon weighs 25 pounds, my porridge is pasty iron and the heat of my kitchen is so great that if my body was not hardened to it the ordeal would drop me in my tracks. ... I am like some frantic baker in the inferno kneading a batch of iron bread...
...time comes for his injection. Sometimes he has a hard time finding a place to take it; he goes into a hotel washroom, a taxicab, even a telephone booth. Out of his pocket comes a piece of candle. He wants to sterilize his injection. He puts water in a spoon, heats it over the candle, dissolves his morphin, filters the solution through cotton, fills his needle, injects. It is to him a holy ritual. He is happiest when he has an acolyte; someone who wants to try dope-to watch the slow fire of rot filter through the novice...