Word: clings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Powers' chemicals have no effect on the appearance of the materials treated. To prevent runs in stockings, he devised a treatment with a colloidal chemical called silica sol. Very fine grains of silica (in visible to the naked eye), deposited on the threads, make snagged threads cling to their neighbors instead of unraveling. The same chemical is used to put a lusterless coating (which must be renewed from time to time) on blue serge and to impregnate wool so that it achieves a durable crease when pressed under heat. To make wool shrink-proof, Powers first wets...
...Romans on the law of a Christian: "Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cling to that which is good. Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another; not slothful in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord; rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation; continuing instant in prayer. . . . Bless them which persecute you: bless, and curse not. Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep. Be of the same mind one toward another. Mind not high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Be not wise...
...correspondents, rolled along snow-covered countryside in seven shiny rented 1942 Dodges. Veteran Scripps-Howard Newsman Tom Stokes was reminded of a "glamorous Broadway star going back to the five-a-day ... or a major-league pitcher back to the minors. ... All the trappings of the big time still cling, but it's all in miniature...
...best be considerate of this fact. Symphony Hall is the hub of this culture, but there is only one difficulty. The street car that takes you to Symphony Hall stops first at the Statler and then at the Copley Plaza. If you are strong-willed enough to cling to your finer intentions, you will perhaps be on the way toward absorbing some of this culture of which Bostonians are so proud...
...Bermuda, in the sunny days before the war, a motorcar was a monstrosity. The soothing clop-clop of patient horses on the bright, white coral roads and the occasional cling of a cyclist's bell took the place of whining tires and peremptory blares. Black coachmen were unfailingly polite and the tranquil roads were a pleasure to walk. Five years ago a Governor General resigned in a huff because the Colonial Assembly would not let him have a car for personal use. Exceptions to the rigid ban: fire engines, ambulances, garbage trucks...