Word: buttoned
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...sunny morning last week Ivins walked out to the garage (past the spot in his yard where he had once killed a Negro). Danny waited for "Grandpa" to back out his battered 1941 Ford coupe. Ivins touched the starter button. An explosion ripped the car apart. Danny, bowled over by the blast, was not seriously hurt. Burkett Ivins lived long enough to mutter: "I'm done in for good-but to think they would do that to my Danny." Beside him was his .45 Colt automatic...
About ten hours before the landing at Brize Norton last week, the C-54 was taxied out on a runway at Stephenville, Newfoundland, and pointed in the general direction of London. Colonel J. M. Gillespie, her commander, pushed a button. From then on, the plane behaved as if an invisible crew were working her controls. The four engines roared for the takeoff, the brakes let go, the plane sped down the runway and climbed up over the Atlantic while the wheels retracted automatically. At 9,000 ft., it leveled off and headed for London at normal cruising speed...
...best laugh-provokers of the story was respectable Mr. Day's use of ungentlemanly language on occasion, but Dame Boston, of course, shuddered down to the soles of her high-button shoes and proceeded to make the show presentable enough for her charges. This literary vacuum cleaning nullities the famous closing line in which father informs the local policeman that, "I am going to be baptized,"--a rather flatly received statement without the ensuing "Damn...
Roosevelt was not only surrounded by Secret Service but often preceded by Geiger counters (to determine the possible presence of radioactivity) and usually shielded by a special speakers' stand which, when a button was pressed, threw up a sheet of armored steel. Says Agent Reilly: "I lived in horror of the day an Agent would accidentally press the remote control button and F.D.R. would find himself talking to a piece of steel where a moment before he had been addressing thousands of people. He wouldn't have been amused; there were very few things F.D.R. enjoyed more than...
Finally came a long-awaited knock. Antonescu, elegant, overbearing in his uniform of self-appointed marshal and "conductor of Rumania," strode into the room. The young man pressed the Dictaphone button, and turned to face the visitor...