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First day out, the woods were so noisy with dry leaves that no one had any real luck. Governor Hildreth got a porcupine, ceremoniously toasted its liver for lunch. He also used his deer rifle on a partridge, cleanly cut off the bird's head. Next day he missed a deer at 25 yards (his gold-rimmed glasses were steamed by the rain). But on the third day he bagged his buck...
...search Maine's woods for lost persons; it increased one liquor inspector's salary from $33 to $39 a week; and approved various appointments of notaries public and justices of the peace. The meeting lasted an hour. Then the Council sat down to a feast of deer liver, bear steak and biscuits...
However hale & hearty Stalin may have looked last week, he is not in good shape. On Dec. 31, the Generalissimo, Premier and Dictator of the Soviet Union will be 66. He has a liver complaint. Like his late friend Mr. Roosevelt, he suffers from recurrent colds. At least one responsible U.S. official who saw much of him at Potsdam got the impression that Stalin's heart was shaky...
...Paris last week a French writer touched off a political prediction that went fizzing fiercely around the world. The writer: Yves Delbars, specialist in Russian affairs for the conservative Paris Presse. The prediction: Generalissimo Joseph Stalin, ill with an old liver ailment aggravated by fatigue, will retire from "all active and direct participation" in the Soviet Government this winter...
Canada's Scots sighed with relief. A real Scots night without haggis would be unthinkable, haggis without meat impossible. Now they could boil a sheep's stomach bag (with the windpipe hanging over the side of the pot to carry off impurities), stuff it with ground heart, liver, lights, suet, onions, oatmeal and seasoning, and boil again. The steaming, evil-looking haggis would be brought to the banquet table to the skirl of bagpipes and the words of Bobby Burns's ode to "the great chieftain o' the puddin' race...