Word: brassed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Crommelin got some hearty support. Five-star Admiral William F. ("Bull") Halsey, after lunching with Crommelin in his Washington home, declared: "He deserves the help and respect of all naval officers." In the Pentagon, there was stunned silence, then a rustle of conferring Navy brass. Hastily, Crommelin was yanked from his job with the Joint Chiefs of Staff, but was plopped into a better billet: director of naval-aviation personnel. It was a rear admiral...
...this prodigious speed gives little idea of the machine's talents. Its strong point is its "inner memory." This "memory" consists of nine big aluminum cylinders revolving up to 7,200 r.p.m. Their surfaces are coated with black magnetic material. Huddled around them are staggered rows of little brass blocks enclosing electromagnets. When a brief electric impulse flashes through an electromagnet, it prints a dot of magnetism on the spinning cylinder's surface. The dot stands for part of a coded number for the machine to store in its memory...
...Vaughan seemed to have resigned himself to a roasting. As he entered the jammed committee room it was possible to conclude that only by oversight had he failed to put parsley over his ears and an apple in his mouth. His 240-lb. torso was encased in lashings of brass, gold braid, ribbons and other ceremonial military finery, and he eyed the investigating committee nervously, as if he expected each man to pull on a chef's hat and test him with a fork...
Flair's Fleur, 39, who was a topflight advertising executive before she became the third wife of Publisher Cowles three years ago, will keep on doubling in brass as an associate editor of the picture magazine Look (circ. 3,075,000) and the three-month-old, capsule-sized newsweekly Quick, now up to 400,000, according to Mike Cowles...
...rebirth is boiled down to the smuggling of Jewish D.P.s through British patrols, a one-sided desert scramble that resembles a gang of dead-end kids working against one slow-thinking cop. The same Englishmen who watched Errol Flynn and Humphrey Bogart win World War II take a brass-knuckle beating in Sword's ostensibly fair-to-everybody script. When the Voice of Israel (Marta Toren) is captured, a Tommy bucks her up by remarking, "I say, what rotten luck...