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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Caviar, Pel'meni and Palaver. Now lunch? No. "You have to walk for your lunch," said the 67-year-old Khrushchev as he led Salinger on a five-mile tour of the estate, meanwhile identifying, with an amateur horticulturist's pride, nearly every bush and tree along the way. "I never met a journalist who knew anything about agriculture," said Khrushchev. He showed Salinger a pond full of carp. "I guess they don't know the Chairman of the Party is here," grumbled the Party Chairman when no fish broke the surface. But at that...
...color television. This moldy bit of cheese-cake is undoubtedly intended to take the edge off the glaring headline of the lead article: "New and Old Colonialists, Get Out Of The Congo, Get Out Of Africa!" Next comes more confection-- some perfectly innocent feature such as "Green Tea" or "Tree Peonies." Then there are various pictorial articles, reproduced art of old China, sketches of revolutionary heroes, analyses of current events, and everywhere faces of smiling Chinese. So much do these people smile that one wonders if it is not symptomatic of some neurological disorder, for in the past twelve issues...
Were China at all interesting, one might dismiss the violent anti-Western outbursts as annoyances, but China is so woefully dull that the most absorbing articles in it are those on green tea and tree peonies. The photo features, for example, contain such interesting items as: "After five revolutions the transport service in the Fuhsen mining area has shown marked improvement. Here we see the loading of coal in the Haichu open-cut mine." Another caption: "The nationally renowned 'Flying-Pigeon' Bicycle." And again: "Chiang Yen-shin, who has been promoted from a foundry worker to an engineer, has fulfilled...
...Frantz '63 was bitten by a squirrel that jumped at him from the path in front of Sever Hall. Less than two hours later, Mrs. William D. Sciurus, wife of an instructor in Chemistry, successfully fought off with her umbrella another squirrel that sprang at her from a tree in front of Memorial Church. Frantz has been started on Pasteur treatments in case the animal was rabid...
...sidewalk bench, killing time on a summer night. As in his fine first novel. The Paratrooper of Mechanic Avenue, Goran recreates slumside Pittsburgh with superbly detailed tessellations of anecdote. An itchy slut of a woman up on the third floor sings Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree with her soldier friends and kicks them all out just before her husband gets back from his war-worker job at midnight. Mrs. Bagley from the other side of the garbage court passes the word that Hitler was "a fairy-honest. I hear he's a morphydike." Everyone speculates about...