Word: sweetness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Seldom has a novelist made his borrowings more his own. Beale's dry notation that somebody had once tasted whale's milk and found it rich, Melville turned into "The milk is very sweet and rich; it has been tasted by man; it might do well with strawberries." From Beale's remark that "we cannot fail to be impressed with a truly magnificent idea of the profusion of animal life which must necessarily exist in the ocean's depths," Melville constructed a passage for those who like philosophical meat on their narrative bones...
More important, he won the trust and loyalty of some 350 Lengua Indians. He fed, clothed and protected them, in return got their cheap and sometimes skillful labor. With some 40 Paraguayan Gauchos Lohman and the Indians wrangled horses, fenced the Chaco's deadly brackish swamps, found sweet water for the cattle, and did their best to keep rustlers away. By last year, Lohman was selling 20,000 steers a year at $15 a head...
...most Germans, who like occupation no better than any people ever had, these anti-Allied brass tones were sweet music. After one Schumacher speech in Frankfurt, a middle-aged man told his Hausfrau: "That's what we need-a man running our government who will speak up for us against the Allies." By the principles of representative government, the man was right; by the rules of occupation, he was dead wrong...
...regular trips to Mexico City, Roulette Goddord swapped sweet nothings at Los Angeles Airport with a new leading man, Clark Gable. Purred Paulette: "Goodbye, sugar." Cooed Clark: "Goodbye, honey." For newsmen taking down the dialogue, Gable had another line with the old familiar ring: "Just say we're a couple of longtime friends...
...sedan, husky William Gehring, 46, was moseying along the sand-rutted roads of northwestern Indiana. The air had a sharp but pleasant smell. Farmer Gehring sniffed it with proprietorial fondness, watched an echelon of his big tractors cut across the black muck and sandy loam. Trucks, loaded high with sweet-smelling green leaves, carried them to workers who dumped them into giant vats, then jumped up & down on them...