Word: belle
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...exciting: "I had to ride back and forth on the train, look for men who were reading scratch sheets, and try to find out from them where the gamblers operated. I followed a heavy bettor to the gaming house, counted how many times he rang the bell, and ten minutes later did the same. After playing craps for a while on the newspaper's money, I left by telling them an ulcer was acting up. But all this isn't unusual. Most reporters do it the same...
...LIFE OF BILLY YANK (454 pp.)-Bell Irvin Wiley-Bobbs-Merrill...
...last pedestrian had scurried to shelter. A soldier smartly togged in green hurried over, took a quick look at the curfew pass of Imam Bey, Egypt's political police chief, and snapped a salute. Trusted policemen jumped out of the other cars. Imam Bey rang the bell of the darkened house; a servant told him that Serag el Din was across the street at the elaborate villa of Nahas Pasha, onetime fellah and now the aging, feeble chief of the powerful, corruption-ridden Wafd Party. As Minister of the Interior, Serag el Din had been the power behind Nahas...
Across the street, light filtered through the shutters on the second-floor suite of Madame Nahas, a plump, attractive woman of 40, and great friend and business partner of huge, fleshy Serag el Din. Policeman Imam Bey rang the bell. Serag el Din finally appeared, opened the door. Imam Bey produced a written order: by government decree, Serag el Din was ordered into enforced confinement on the 780-acre estate of his wife (a member of Egypt's biggest landowning family), 36 miles out of Cairo...
Destiny may have been more casual in those days, but she was just as determined to give a simple soldier an awful tough time. In The Life of Billy Yank, a brother volume to The Life of Johnny Reb (1943), Historian Bell Irvin Wiley recites the hard facts of daily life in the Union armies-or rather, he lets "Billy Yank" do his own talking, through the letters and other scraps of identity he left lying in his prodigious trail...