Word: bricking
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Crossfire (RKO Radio). In Richard Brooks's wartime novel, The Brick Foxhole, some U.S. soldiers got drunk on a civilian's liquor, suspected him of being a homosexual, and beat him to death. RKO has changed the civilian (well played by Sam Levene) into a Jew, and Crossfire emerges first in the field in Hollywood's anti-anti-Semitic sweepstakes...
...that her converts be "hand-minded." "Put your hands to work and your hearts to God," she said. The furniture they made, first for themselves and later for sale, was strong and simple. Yet it is some of the most beautiful furniture ever produced in the U.S. Their solid brick houses and great barns also have an austere beauty. Though Shakers had little use for book-learning, they were inventors. In an ecstatic vision, Shaker Sister Sarah Babbitt invented the buzz saw. Shakers are credited with inventing the one-horse shay. At a time when the quality of garden seeds...
Camel Meat for the Poor. Through the mud-brick city Sayed Abdul Rahman's spanking new black Chevrolet picked its way. As it entered the square before the tomb, butchers hacked off the heads of three camels and seven oxen. They threw hunks of bleeding meat to the city's poor. Unruffled, the Mahdi's son stepped daintily from his car, unfurled a light blue parasol, mounted the notables' platform...
Growls & Whines. Pulverized rubber, burned off the tires by the rough brick track, soon painted a black film on drivers' faces. Some drivers carried powder-puffs, some chamois, to wipe smudged goggles. The cars bounced down the rough straightaway, giving off pungent exhaust fumes; the vibration was hard on drivers' wrists and backs. But the awareness that each turn might mean disaster kept them tense and alert. The basso profundo of a Mercedes growled sullenly out below the whine of Maser and Offenhauser engines as the pack circled the 2½-mile oval...
...past noon, after 100 miles, the crowd stood up as Holland's blue racer got into a traffic jam streaking into the southwest turn. Young Bill cut sharply to the inside and off the track, dug a deep track in the grass and shot back on to the brick. Behind him a bright orange racer spun out of control, turned two circles and crashed into the outside retaining wall. Oil from its wounded motor oozed downward across the speedway but there was no pace slackening; other cars splashed through the puddle. Within a few minutes, the loudspeakers announced that...