Word: betting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...this rumbling mean that the Laborite Government's voters might swing away from it because of The Crisis? Candid Tories did not believe so. Said William Wallace, ex-president of Edinburgh's Chamber of Commerce: "I have a bet on that the Government will run the full five-year course. I should like to pay, but I'm afraid I shan...
...Shinwell had been warned, as early as mid-October, by Tories and Laborites alike that there would be a serious coal shortage. Shinwell gambled on a green winter (as had some politicians before him in comparable situations). He then made a serious political error as well as a bad bet: he kept his gamble to himself. Had he put the choice up to the House of Commons and the country, perhaps a majority of politicians and plain citizens would have gone along with him. After all, the alternative was a winter of fuel rationing and curtailed production; Britons...
...being splashed. When Rocky elbowed his way through the mob to work on the small punching bag, the hangers-on tried to borrow five or ten, or find out "How's ya condition." Rocky liked to tell them kiddingly that he was going to throw the fight: "Naw, bet on the other guy . . . I'm going into the tank." Then he always gave them the same brush-off: "See ya later...
...placed a bet of $12.5 million last week on a new kind of house to help lick the shortage-a prefabricated one of enameled steel. The cash, in the form of a loan, went to Chicago's Lustron Corp., which had asked RFC for a maximum, of $52 million last fall to finance building of veterans' houses (TIME, Nov. 11, et seq.). Then, RFC had turned Lustron down flat on the grounds that Lustron was putting up too little of its own capital ($36,000), stood to make a 14,000% profit. Lustron also tried and failed...
George W. Bagby on a concert by famed Pianist Anton Rubinstein: "Well, sir, he had the blamedest, biggest, catty-corneredest pianner you ever laid your eyes on-something like a distracted billiard table on three legs. . . . Played well? You bet he did. When he first sit down, he peered to care mighty little about playing, and wished he hadn't come. He tweedle-eedled a little on the treble, and twoodle-oodled some on the bass. . . . All of a sudden, old Ruby changed his tune. . . . He lit into them keys like a thousand of brick. He give...