Word: meats
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...pate had been, a few days earlier, a long-legged foal romping after a chestnut mother not long retired from a dairy cart. Last week it was still illegal in Britain to kill horses under seven years old for food or serve it in restaurants if other meat was available...
Nevertheless, in black markets all over the kingdom, butchers, farmers and restaurateurs were buying & selling horse meat of all ages for the table. "Tyke a big dray, naow," said a cockney slaughterer, "at 900 pahnd in skin and shoes, 'e'd only bring 40 pahnd when 'e was boned, but on the black market 'e brings near four bob a pahnd." Customers, aware and unaware, were eating heartily. "A nice bit o' minced 'orse, with plenty of carrots and onions," said a Doncaster housewife, "and I defy anyone to turn up 'is nose...
Only the most fastidious of hosts were above it all. Asked whether horse was likely soon to replace whale meat or snoek in Britain, one Soho restaurateur replied: "Madame, we never serve these things. None of them can be tamed to the palate...
...fetch their own water from the university well, chop down campus trees for firewood, and raid nearby farms for straw for their mattresses. Daily chapel was compulsory; so were six hours of daily attendance at lectures and recitations. There were few electives; Latin, Greek and mathematics were the solid meat & potatoes of the classical course, and upperclassmen were also fed on rhetoric and mental and moral philosophy...
...Life & Times was simply a reprint of funny-paper strips, plus a weekend's work by Capp on extra drawings to make Dogpatch only reasonably unintelligible to readers venturing there for the first time. Asking nothing of the world, the shmoo gave everything: butter, milk, eggs, boneless meat, building materials (of sliced shmoo), suspender buttons (of shmoo eyes). Wherever shmoos went-and they multiplied like speeded-up guinea pigs-no one had to work any more. Capitalists thought this a menace, so Pork Tycoon J. Roaringham Fatback sent "shmooicide squads" to wipe out the shmoo. They succeeded, except...