Word: clad
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Through the brunt of the storm, the well-clad Blitzen made seven to eight knots, at a cost of three jib sheets. With heavy seas still running at dawn and the boat heeling at 45°, Co-Owner Ernie Grates took a sailor's chance: to save a spar, he shinnied 50 perilous feet aloft to replace lost pins in a spreader. (Co-Owner Murray Knapp, who is cook and bottle washer, distinguished himself by being beaned with a flying frying...
There are whole volumes on this subject." But this morning, when Koch saw across the room the black-clad figures of three widows of men he had tortured and sent to death, he suddenly became absorbed in studying a fresco of Sapienza (Wisdom) on the ceiling...
...glimpse of the classroom work of the GI Japanese student furnishes the best idea of Harvard's "optimum method." Speaking in Japanese, a native instructor answers the questions, also in Japanese, fired at him by the students: "Where are the Japanese troops likely to have taken refuge?" the khaki-clad American asks in the strange tongue. His knowledge of the geography of the area enables him to understand, and perhaps discount, the Jap's answer...
...well as national deity. He rose early each morning (6 or 7 a.m.), shaved himself, bowed before the little shrine of his ancestors in his copper-domed Tokyo castle, breakfasted in foreign style on coffee, bacon & eggs, shuffled through the papers on his desk. Thirteen times a year, clad in the white silk robe of high priest, he officiated at major Shinto rites. His wartime frugality set an example to all. He had his underwear thriftily mended, cut imported cigarets and wine from the palace list...
...German Reich, Winston Churchill's "dear Channel Islands" were back in the British Empire last week. The Germans had surrendered. Cheering crowds lined the harbor of St. Peter Port, the port of Guernsey, to greet the British battalions. Then, out of an assault craft stepped an austere, black-clad man. On his head was a black bowler. In one hand he held a tightly rolled umbrella. Under one arm he hugged a black G.R. (a dispatch case with a George Rex imprint). At the first sight since 1940 of a typical London civil servant, the crowd burst spontaneously into...