Word: air
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...guards had fled . . . the people from the neighborhood, joined by D.P.s and liberated inmates of the Dachau camp, stormed the party buildings in search of scarce items. When all the food and liquor, and much of the furniture, had been carted off, they broke into the air-raid cellars where the paintings were stored, climbing over stacks of Panzerfaust grenades...
That evening, without an inkling of the King's intention, Kanellopoulos put on his white tie & tails and went to a going-away party for the air attache at the U.S. embassy. At the embassy's front door, Kanellopoulos all but collided with Michael Ailianos, Populist Minister of Information, who came running out in high agitation. Inside, everyone from U.S. Ambassador Henry F. Grady down started congratulating Kanellopoulos, who finally caught on. Meantime, Sprinter Ailianos, who had also found out about the Kanellopoulos plan at the party, rushed to Tsaldaris to tell him what was going on. Promptly...
...stranger as soon as he comes into town. As you go to the bar the talk quiets and eyes follow you-intelligent, suspicious eyes-summing you up. Nowhere in the world have I felt more like a foreigner." In Newcastle a striking miner working in his garden saw three air force Vampires zooming over, cried to his wife: "Look, they're going to bomb Federation House...
...sets, misfired in the fourth. But he never seemed in serious danger, and ran out the final game of the fifth set at love to win his first Wimbledon title, 3-6, 6-0, 6-3, 4-6, 6-4. Then he tossed his racket 20 feet into the air, shook hands all around, embraced the championship...
They usually did. Although Mencken tore great holes in the fabric of U.S. manners & morals, he almost always let in more air than light. His job, at a time when the job needed doing, was to cudgel Comstockery and hack at hypocrisy, and he did both with a zest that makes his pages effervesce 30 years after their subjects were topical. Mencken, whatever the college boys may have thought a quarter-century ago, was no great thinker; he was a man of stout prejudices, with a gift and vocabulary for iconoclastic expression even richer than Mark Twain...