Word: beers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Madrid last week United Pressman Henry Gorrell had fun with a typical visitor to Spain's war-torn metropolis, steered him into a cafe. "He was enjoying his beer," cabled Mr. Gorrell. "when the 'something' he wanted to see took place. There was a high-pitched whistle, followed almost instantly by an earshattering roar. Glass showered over the cafe tables as people dropped to their hands and knees. When the cannonading was over I took the visitor out into the street again...
...entrance of the cafe. There were pieces of flesh on the walls. The visitor and I looked down at the bodies of three girls and a man from whom I had bought a morning paper a few minutes before. The visitor did not return to the cafe. Leaving his beer unfinished, he ran to his hotel, checked out and left the city the next morning...
...Wimbledon Week" is a fortnight in which five tournaments (men's and women's singles, men's, women's and mixed doubles) are played simultaneously before well-mannered, tennis-wise London crowds who stand in queues all night for tickets, drink tea and ginger beer under the old green stands between matches. Last week, 128 of the world's ablest tennists were entered in the men's singles. Record crowds watched the field narrow down to a final in which Budge and von Cramm played each other for the "world's championship" which...
...school." During the evenings which the President spent on the island with six members of his Cabinet and several Democratic leaders of Congress, some serious politics may have been talked but during the day he was surrounded by shirt-sleeved Congressmen eating off long tables on the lawn, drinking beer and confabbing between bouts of skeet shooting, swimming in the nude and other innocent occupations. The air was one of slightly stilted jollification for some of the divisions in the party were already too deep to be healed by such simple means, but the President guffawed at the Negro stories...
...packed off by the Salvation Army to quarantine in Clapton, a north London suburb. One morning last week 50 were found missing. Kind-hearted Clapton residents, having heard rumors that the children "were being beaten & kept prisoners," had crept up to the hall, lured them away with candy, cigarets, beer. Distracted Salvation Army officers had to scour the streets to recover the truants...