Word: feed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...when it seemed that the situation was serious but not critical, he had lifted rationing and other food restrictions. Now it suddenly appeared that Mr. Truman might have been badly advised. Only by cutting its own wheat consumption (see below) could the U.S. meet its moral obligation to help feed the world's starvelings...
...adopt rules, approve budgets, organize. But, even without the more explosive matters which surged up later, these were testing tasks. Performing them, the General Assembly and its committees proved that they could be true world forums, free in debate and capable of decision. The world's will to feed the hungry, require in trusteeship a new sense of responsibility toward the weak, and in the new Economic and Social Council to see UNO take on real jobs for real ends, turned out to be an effective will. Things got done...
...Revolution came sooner and was won more easily than anybody expected. Before hay harvest, Farmer Jones got drunk for two days. Nobody milked the cows or fed the animals. At last the frenzied creatures broke into the feed room. When Jones and his men arrived with whips, the animals turned on them and chased them off the farm...
...from D. R. Nicholson, who came to the U.S. with a British trade delegation. He was amazed to see how much harder Americans worked than Britons. "We in this country . . . have not got the same vitality." Added Nicholson: "Enough food is wasted in New York in one night to feed England for a week...
Mercury's current hit, The Way to the Tomb by Cornish Farmer Ronald Duncan, has St. Anthony as its topic, modern materialism for its target. The first half of the play, an austere masque, tells of Anthony's attempts to find God. The three monks who feed him, sing to him and argue with him represent his three temptations (the belly, the senses and intellectual pride); but even when he conquers fleshly pleasures through a death-fast, he has still to cast out the sin of pride...