Word: turnip
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...simple fare that reflects the tawdry poverty of its origins. Forced to live on "discards from the big house on the hill," Negro slaves-as well as many poor white tenant farmers-learned to make edible meals out of the vegetables and meats that their masters regarded as waste. Turnips went up the hill; turnip greens stayed down. Whites slaughtered pigs for the ham, loin, bacon and spare ribs; Negroes made do with the pigs' feet ("trotters"), knuckles, tails, ears, snouts, neck, backbones, hocks, stomach (hog maw) and other innards. Today, as 200 years ago, the true "stone soul...
Skyrockets and Suicide. Alfred's son Fritz was turnip-shaped and unprepossessing. But guiding the Konzern from 1887 to 1902, he built Krupp into a world industrial power that sold arms to countries from Chile to China and reaped rewards in ducats, guilders, guldens, livres, maravedis, pounds, schillings and rubles. The unofficial motto of the firm became Wenn Deutschland bluht, bluht Krupp (When Germany flourishes, Krupp flourishes...
...gloom of one White House aide over the outgoing Congress was understandable. "You can't get blood out of a turnip," he said, "and the 90th Congress is a turnip." Not that the future is any more promising. "As things go," he added, "the 91st may be a stone...
...with giving his group a sound grounding in Restoration style, because during that segment they managed not only to act funnily within the flitty Restoration method, but also to satirize conventions of Restoration theatre and mores, even to the point of improvising gossip about how Lady Carlisle ate her turnip. And Shakespeare got his due, as one would expect, given a grave on a putting green. Ken Tigar, possibly the quickest witted of this quick crew, finally declaimed "come, my trusty nine iron" as he plunged the weapon through his breast...
...white-dominated Tu Do Street near by. The "in" spot in Soulsville is the L. & M. Guest House, a bar-restaurant and record booth run by balding, beer-bellied "Johnny" Hill, 35, a New Orleans Negro and ex-merchant sailor whose menu of "soul food" runs from No. 4 (turnip greens) through No. 8 (barbecued spareribs) to No. 9, "Kansas City Wrinkles," better known as chitlins. In Soulsville, the sustenance is psychological as well. There, no matter how close he may be to white soldiers on the line, the Negro G.I. can get away from "Chuck," the white...