Word: arounders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Britain's team of Cripps & Bevin, sick men from a sick nation, had looked glum as they left for the U.S. The advance party of British experts, already on the scene, was cautiously tiptoeing around any controversy that might re-ignite any U.S. tempers. For their part, the U.S. planners were taking no chances that they might be accused of telling Britain how to run its own affairs. The uproar of angry criticism in the U.S. and British press had all but died away...
From a car following the truck stepped Mrs. Coffey herself, a grey-haired, motherly woman of 55, in a lacy black hat. She was ready to speak a few words, but found no crowd. "Ain't many Democrats around here," explained the postmistress. "I'm one." Candidate Coffey bleakly drank a Coca-Cola, then moved...
...years after, four years after, the free world could hardly be said to have a new path, a new way of its own. But paths, they say in New England, are made by going around rocks. The Western world had found what it wanted to avoid. In the warlike peace, it had discovered a little of a new pride in its old standards. It had almost learned new humility in which the Germans and the Japanese, for all the evil they had done, might become comrades in the struggle against evil...
Shirley May France's clothes still hung on the hickory limb but she clung anxiously to a French beach, waiting for southwesterly winds to die down. The winds did not deter a hefty, partially crippled, 34-year-old Belgian mining machine manufacturer named Fernand du Moulin. Around 10 o'clock one night last week Fernand left a champagne party given by his wife, anointed himself with grease and took to the choppy waters off France's Cap Gris Nez. He struck out with a powerful breast stroke, stopping now & then to tread water and consume 20 fortifying...
...There was Tito, now in a flashy riding habit, trotting his handsome white mare, Mitzi. He put her into a gallop, came towards me at full tilt. As he reined up I said: "I hear you like to fish, Marshal." "We go fishing," he said. Briskly he swung Mitzi around and rode off to the villa. By the time we reached the rowboats which would take us to his launch, Tito had made another quick change and appeared in a beige business suit...