Word: comfortable
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...from 7,600 to 12,000 men, where the aircraft carrier Ranger is being overhauled in the basin. The temperature soared up to 100° as he drove 15 miles to the naval operating base, stayed up through a sweltering afternoon as he inspected Fort Monroe at Old Point Comfort (where 3-inch anti-aircraft guns ripped the tail from a sleeve target being towed at 8,000 ft.). He stopped at Langley Field (where 6,000 men now work, where 100 warplanes demonstrated). He wound up an eight-hour day, and 100 miles of travel, at the Newport News...
...Orients left Morro Castle astern, the U. S. delegation of 25 experts, advisers and secretaries relaxed in the comparative comfort of a late afternoon sea breeze. Havana, where other delegations were packing their bags, prepared to resume its midsummer lethargy. Wiry old Cordell Hull, bone-tired but satisfied, relaxed too. If a piece of paper would keep the Americas free, he had the paper...
Apple of Adman Maxon's eye is his summer home, the Cabin, in the Northern Michigan town of Onaway (pop. 1,492), where he was born. The Cabin is a modest estate of eleven buildings equipped with every comfort. Items: two tennis courts, stables, a large playhouse complete with full-size soda fountain (because Maxon could never afford to buy enough sodas when he was a boy). He can and does bed & board 72 guests at a time, sometimes entertains up to 400 guests a week. Often as not they include overalled members of the six-team Onaway softball...
...such expert is affable Dr. Friedrich Ried, whose six fruitful years in Brazil were a joy and comfort to his Nazi bosses at home. During those six years Dr. Ried busily administered the second phase of Nazi penetration by setting up some 1,000 Nazi schools in the province of Rio Grande do Sul, coaxing 58,000 German and Brazilian small fry into the classes. But Brazilian patience finally cracked, and by this summer Dr. Ried received his walking papers...
...Columbus himself is arrogantly, piteously aware that there is not a man on earth he can trust. It is Don Narciso's business to report to his King that "the Admiral was not fit to govern a farmyard, let alone an empire." He dislikes his task, but takes comfort in the thought of sailing, on the morrow, for Spain and the quiet life. Kidnapping, hurricane, shipwreck, a Crusoe sequence delay his return. When he finally sails, a more distinguished passenger is Columbus, in chains, with a ham actor's pride in his martyrdom; still hopeful, hot-eyed, still...