Bauer

One day two impeccably dressed young men arrived at the home of Mary and Tom. Opening the door, Mary saw they were both wearing name tags identifying them as "Elders." Mary giggled; to her eyes, this designation seemed slightly ludicrous, as Elder Hinton was 19 and Elder Bauer was 18.

Brazil had a football player named Bauer, but he was not a pawn, he was a king on the field.

In the grey-sky morning of the 24th of March of 2023, Greg and I, both Filipinos, discussed some matters at the teahouse, whilst I had a cold Strawberry Oat Matcha Latte, and Greg had his coffee with cream and sugar in a big white mug and a croissant on a little plate. The athletic-looking, head-shaven Filipino, Rodney, was eating a sandwich at a table near a window. Chen, the military-looking, stocky Chinese was sitting by the counter. From my red Eddie Bauer waist pack, I took out and showed Greg my two mini dictionaries of Esperanto and Tagalog. We talked about a lot of things, including my predilection for the Finnish language and the Swede-Finn writer Tove Jansson, languages including Spanish that we learned in school, mestizos like Boris Yeltsin in Eastern Europe, Tibetans, and Elon Musk's vision for Mars as a second home for humanity.

Klimt's gold-flecked portrait of Adele Bloch Bauer is a star in the world of art, appearing on calendars, coffee mugs, and posters.

University of Massachusetts epidemiologist Ann Bauer reviewed existing research in a paper published last month in the journal Environmental Health with Dr. Andrea Baccarelli, the dean of the Harvard T.H. Chan School of Public Health and researchers at the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai in New York City and the UCLA Fielding School of Public Health.

The large farmers are gentlemen of education, but the bauers are so occupied by the labour of routine, that they are excluded from all theoretical knowledge, and can make no other improvements than those which they may see practised by the larger farmers.

The bauers were in the public houses in this village, singing and drinking in a manner that would have horrified Sir Andrew Agnew, and made us think that, for a serious and sentimental nation, the Germans had the least show of being a religious one imaginable.

He is in uniform, and for three years flutters on the parade, in the beer-gardens, in the gallery at the theatre, and then he chrysalises into the old paternal bauer suit and the patriarchal ideas.

British yokels, British jail-birds, German handicraftsmen, German bauers, French peasants, and French artisans, were all pretty much alike made creditable “cannon-fodder.”

Krystyna [Gruba] recalled that / [r]ight after the^([sic]) World War II ended, none of us – forced labourers with the German bauers (farmers) – knew what to do next: whether to go back to Poland or stay where we were.