Word: cab
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...final fit of violence he stopped the car in the middle of four lanes of traffic and said, 'Get there however you can.' So I climbed out of the car in the middle of four lanes of traffic . . . ran across the street and jumped into a cab to try to make the 3:30 train." The committee room was breathless with suspense as Committee Counsel Ray Jenkins asked the inevitable question: Did Adams catch the 3:30 train? Replied John Adams: "The 3:30 train was ten minutes late, so I made it." Then he added: "Mr. Carr...
...driving from her home in San Anselmo (Calif.), when she saw a truck about to fall from a bridge, managed to snap two remarkable pictures. One showed the driver scrambling up a rope to safety (TIME, May 15, 1953), while the other, a few seconds later, showed the cab of the truck crashing 70 ft. below...
Short Tractor. The smallest truck trac tor on the market (96 in. from bumper to back of cab) is rolling off production lines at the White Motor Co. in Cleve land. By canting the 200 h.p. diesel engine 20° to the right, White engineers have saved more than a foot of space, which can be used for cargo. Thus the new tractor can haul a 35-ft. trailer and still keep within the 45-ft. overall limit set by most states. Price of the new tractor...
...after editorial and production jobs on industrial trade magazines. By then her interests had veered from crime to finance, and she was hired as a researcher for the Business section. Says she: "I remember my first story conference all too vividly. Everybody spoke in code: '. . . The CAB is going to do this . . . T.W.A. and Pan Am are going to do that . . . The SEC is due to announce . . . The SCOTUS decision is expected . . .' Everything was initials. I didn't understand a word they were saying...
...clear the road; there will be half an hour's delay. Finally we are allowed to move ahead again, and we meet the tanks heading back to the nearby fort, like fire trucks ready for the next alarm. Before us in the highway sits the ambushed truck, its cab split apart, its load a charred twist of metal, its tires still burning. Near by, with automatic rifles perched on the green mounds that separate the paddies, crouch Vietnamese guardsmen, looking out across the flat fields. Several miles away, a black plume of smoke rises, and three French planes make...