Word: teas
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...half an hour late. The Führer, who has recently been in a beaming, expansive mood, and who at Berchtesgaden likes to sleep late in the morning and talk late at night with his old cronies, was cordial. Lunch was long. Long was the talk after it. At tea time Count Ciano was still there. Then, literally as well as figuratively, the Führer took his guest, emissary of his Axis partner, up in the mountains to look at the view...
Wartime emergencies have worked a near revolution in the position of Japanese married women. Traditionally homebodies who brewed tea and arranged flowers, they have found to their surprise and delight that they can walk in the streets unashamed, can even do men's work...
Tibet is a windswept highland where the chief drink is buttered tea, the chief fuel is yak dung, and a stuck-out tongue is a friendly greeting. Faith of the 3,000,000 Tibetans-and of other millions throughout the fastnesses of Central Asia-is Lamaism, a theocratic form of Buddhism. Lamaists believe in numerous divine incarnations, chief of them the Dalai Lama, "Buddha of Mercy," who is not only temporal ruler of Tibet but a god. Since the death of Ngawang Lopsang Toupden Gyatso in 1933, Tibet has been ruled by a council of lamas. Last month...
...morning of July 15 was a scorcher in Tokyo. Foreign Minister Hachiro Arita's homey wife rose early to prepare her husband a jug of iced barley-tea. American-born Lady Craigie, wife of the British Ambassador, slipped into a light blue frock which was a perfect match for her husband's blue official limousine, and drove with him to Foreign Minister Arita's official residence. There, among flocks of photographers, suave little Hachiro Arita shook Sir Robert's hand, took him upstairs, sat him down on the opposite side of a desk no bigger than...
...soft, spring evening, three years ago, Frigyes (Frederic) Karinthy, popular Hungarian poet, sat sipping tea in his favorite Budapest café. Suddenly he heard locomotives rumbling, reverberating, dying away. Startled, he raised his head. He knew there had been no trains on the streets of Budapest for 40 years. But he took no treatment for his head-splitting hallucinations until his eyesight grew dim, his legs shaky, his stomach rebellious...