Word: congas
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...Tactics group sunk and not without Trace ... in fact the tracing or tracking down was not in the least, as Sherlock Holmes would put it, "elementary" ... is was very, very systematic ... painstaking and "painsgiving," too--what maneuvering, man, oh man! The Target Ship must have been doing a Conga ... and still caught one amidships ... Note to signalman strikers ... for lessons in signaling (semaphore to you) with your feet, see Mr. Grant ... I wonder, did he ever work for Ford...
...Allen Knight, disbarred, divorced, disgruntled onetime lawyer and master of legal billingsgate, went on a well-publicized bender in Manhattan. (He once posed for photographers standing on his head outside the Metropolitan Opera House-TIME, Dec. 11, 1939.) On plushy upper Fifth Avenue, he followed up a street-corner conga by soundly bussing a couple of female passersby, then plunged into the Plaza Art Auction Galleries, where he encountered a statuesque beauty (an armless Venus) and struck up a conversation with her. Repairing briefly to the Sherry-Netherland bar, he emerged, gathered another crowd by bawling the headlines...
From a loudspeaker in Pahlavi Square came the strains of a conga. Then the mob heard grimmer music as the firing started. Soldiers opened up with rifles and pistols; tanks lumbered into position and began firing. The Army was called out, stood by with loaded guns...
...things he had done; the beer he had drunk in the Sanctum in honor of his ancestors who had drunk beer there in honor of their ancestors. There, at 4 a.m., he had quietly wondered what he was; there, at 3 a.m., he had stamped out the conga. On the very piece of furniture which now bore him, under the yellow daguerreotype of the bewhiskered 1898 Board, he had written his best editorial, had been introduced to feminine psychology, and had filled out his application to the Army Air Corps...
...night, blasts from a new subway running underneath shatter their sleep, drunks peer at them through a street-level window, and a flabby pro football players from upstairs irons their clothes and sleeps in the kitchen. Six amorous Portuguese naval cadets finally cap the climax with a conga party that assumes riot proportions and nets Eileen a night in Jail. As this point, with Ruth's writing attempts apparently gone amuck and Eileen's acting aspirations overshadowed by an amusing assortment of male admirers, father and grandma arrive from Columbus to see how everything is going. The scene is black...