Word: cones
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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State Trooper G. F. Randall, alone inside a concrete building beside the steel radio tower of the West Virginia State Police got up to close a window against the wind, and saw the spiral-shaped cone sweeping over the hill toward him. "As it got closer I could see it was filled with wood, trees and outhouses. It seemed to be coming directly toward me. I was so damned interested I never moved...
...piled off the train, impatiently shuffled into line for the official twaddle of an official welcome. Suddenly they broke ranks and the real welcoming began. One airman appeared, brandishing an ice-cream cone. Another shouted: "Cones again!" Some of them had not seen an ice-cream cone in four years...
...attitudes told as much of his origin as his thinking. He was born and all his life lived in Salem, Ore. (pop. 30,900), the town whence his grandfather had led the biggest caravan of covered wagons ever to cross the Oregon Trail. On his 300-acre farm, "Fir Cone," McNary's house was shaded by Douglas firs 175 feet tall. An expert orchardist, he grew prize filberts, and developed the famous Imperial, biggest of prunes. Oregon sent him to the Senate first in World War I. Oregon still was returning him proudly a quarter-century later, in World...
...dressing room, Mickey planted a smoke-pot at the doorsill, bawled "FIRE!", and dashed a glass of water in her face as she sprinted out. Sometimes Miss Garland retaliates. When, making Girl Crazy, she appeared in white calfskins, Mickey quipped: "You look like a vanilla ice-cream cone." Miss Garland measured Mickey's scarlet-chapped 5 ft. 2 in., riposted: "You look like a rationed bottle of catsup...
...last we reached the base of the cone and there we found bubbles in the lava underfoot that steamed and hissed like a witch's cauldron. Our own guide said nothing would induce him to go any farther, but another came along with an English officer who said he would take us on. First he wanted to make a volcano of his own. Taking an iron rod, he pierced the hot shell of a cauldron, showing us molten red inside with fiery stalactites dripping from the top. Here was Dante's Inferno in miniature. There was some thing...