Word: tenders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...fronds of a particular type of bracken which grows on the islands of the St. John River. They are picked each spring by the Malicite Indians, and here in New Brunswick we regard them as a great delicacy. Hope you will too. They are cooked like spinach, until tender, and served well buttered, if you can find any butter these days. They go better with shad, salmon or alewives than anything else I know...
...scientific, dull, dogged, could scarcely fail to warm to the depth and humaneness of his perceptions; his heads, in particular, had an inward life, like well-banked fires. People who had once thought of him as an uninteresting, restricted colorist could not fail to see that in his taciturn, tender palette range he was as superb a colorist as Brahms was in music. Even those who spoke, with some justice, of Eakins' lack of interest in design, could scarcely fail to note the monumentally simple success of his portraits, the linked flow of limbs and bodies in The Swimming Hole...
Copper-Bellied Corpse. The American folk who emerge from this lore are robust, daredevil, imaginative, fond of broad humor, tender love, great deeds, crude, rude, sometimes full of noble sentiment, sometimes intolerant. They glorify outlaws (Jesse James, Wild Bill Hickok, Billy the Kid), poke fun at woodsmen (Mike Fink, Davy Crockett), sanctify Johnny Appleseed. The U.S. gift for tall talk is flaunted in Sven, the Hundred Proof Irish man, and speeches by General Buncombe ("Sir, we want elbow room - the continent, the whole continent - and nothing but the continent"). The U.S. talent for epithet is flaunted...
...Edmund Gwenn is a competently ghostly steward, Sydney Greenstreet a subtly alarming embodiment of the Last Judgment. And compared with recent bows to the Beyond-a .cheerful Chiclet like A Guy Named Joe, a quiet sniffle over the aspidistras like Happy Land, a jumbo box of mentholated Kleenex like Tender Comrade-this older mixed metaphor of death seems all but inspired...
...Rush Dew Holt, the brash "Boy Senator" of the '30s who plummeted from fame almost as fast as he rose to it and has since been marking time in the State Legislature, Democrats have a candidate who is attempting a political comeback at the tender age of 38. In Funkhouser ("just call me R.J."), Republicans have a millionaire businessman who has yet to hold a major political office. With onetime U.S. Senator Neely ineligible to succeed himself as Governor (he is running for a seat in the House), the two are campaigning fiercely toward primaries next week...