Word: teas
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Offered her a market into which she dumped $18,108,000 worth of odds and ends in the first five 1939 months: crabmeat, tea, pyrethrum flowers (for insecticides), chinaware, electric light bulbs, zippers, toys...
...news reporter in Denver. From New York he went to Albany, then took to the road, working sometimes as reporter, sometimes as slot-&-rim man. He followed carnivals as pressagent, married a carnival girl. Once in Oklahoma City he got what he called "a eatin' job" selling tea from house to house. He made $120 the first week, $140 the second week, $135 the third week, quit the fourth week to take a $35 job on a paper...
...received them kindly. They interviewed General von Falkenhausen (Chiang Kai-shek's German adviser at that time), histrionic U.S. Red Writer Agnes Smedley (China Fights Back), who thought they might be fascist plotters because they talked with von Falkenhausen. Madame Chiang Kaishek, with whom the poets took tea, was "for all her artificiality a great heroic figure," but the Generalissimo was "bald" and "mild-looking." We laughed as we pictured Chiang, Madame and Donald [Chiang's Australian adviser] flying frantically about the country by aeroplane . . . clearing out the drains in one city, buttoning up the coats in another...
...spectators, used to rowdy football games, are always amazed at the polite applause, rather than raucous cheering, that greets the players; at the number of high-collared parsons present; at the way everyone takes time out, even during the most crucial moments of play, to get a dish of tea...
...born Explorer Kaulback, Tibet is no hermit kingdom, but a realistic Shangri-La whose glacial rocks, shrewd lamas, innumerable prayer-wheels, odoriferous grime somehow delight his Cambridge-bred soul. He had been to Tibet once before and was glad to get back: "It was good to taste real buttered tea again. ... We ourselves were awash by the time the tents were up. ... That night it was just as it had been two years before. . . horsebells jingling; the howl of a dog; a voice in the distance singing a mournful song; and over everything the smell of wood smoke and grease...