Word: stenches
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...rabbits. Snails fried alive in butter have a quaint taste. They are tough to chew. Human flesh, when the source is not known, is tender and sweet. Toasted grasshoppers have a nutty flavor. Earth worms, washed clean and gently stewed, have a tangy tartness. Eels even cooked retain their stench of the sea. Snakes. . . . An atavistic nausea sickened the boys. Black jungle folk might drool over the carcass of a boa constrictor. But Penn State students! None the less they were themselves to eat snake flesh to maintain a college tradition. Goggly-eyed, some watched their cook strip the skin...
...which bootleggers, white slavers and "reindeers" (dope-peddlers) have plied their flourishing trades. But the same route extends to many another Ohio city. To quote a civic-proud Canton Chamberman of Commerce: "If something similar should happen to rip the lid off, say, Youngstown or Akron, a much worse stench than we have here would come...
...Great Britain recognized the complete independence of Afghanistan. At Kabul, the self-proclaimed King and his well-armed and warlike people command all the northern passes through the Hindu Kush-the highways trod by Alexander the Great, by Genghis Khan. Though the city of Kabul is an unredeemed stench hole, the adjacent palaces of potent nobles lie amid perfumed gardens, nestle below the snow-clad stupendous Hindu Kush...
...Paul Wychart, brotherly Virginian, makes an illuminating tale. Miss Pharall is plausible in her picture of a feminine heart both fine and philosophic. She has a knack for reproducing conversation, shunning mere smartness and the convention of constantly calling a spade a filthy thing of stench infernal. She does, however, find it easier to commence than to close the psychological complications...
Fire). But after all it is not possible to redeem war from its baseness, merely to please M. Barbusse. "In God's name, let us forget the stench, since we must fight through it!" wailed the distracted bourgeoisie when they read Le Feu and promptly tossed it into the fire. Last week M. Barbusse returned from a trip through "Europe's Little Hell: the Balkans" and many readers of Le Quotidien threw that newspaper into the fire rather than endure his searing expose...