Word: cords
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...soggier lines, tangle with an all-too-cultured maid, or just move or stand still with feral ladylikeness. But not till a few corks have popped does she attain full stature. She is never so grand as when lurching, nor so gymnastic as when trapped in telephone cord. She employs her cigarette holder like a wind instrument, makes her gold scarf as vital to the production as several of the actors. She strikes attitudes so embattled that they seem to strike back, and she can dispose herself on a sofa to resemble the whole Laocoon group...
Ever since Homer called it "the navel of the sea," Malta has been an island in search of an umbilical cord. 'Alone and vulnerable in the Mediterranean, 150 miles south of Italy, the rock (9 by 17 miles) has no economic value. But a fine deep harbor on its northeast shore has brought it the "protection" of a succession of great seafaring peoples, Phoenicians, Romans, Arabs, and for nearly 300 years, the crusading Knights of St. John of Jerusalem. Napoleon cut that tie. Then came Nelson, and the island, at the request of the Maltese themselves, became a crown...
...above his knees. A chest strap hauls him so tightly against the seat back that all breathing motion is confined to his diaphragm. A rubber bite block (equipped with a recording accelerometer) is slipped between his teeth; a helmet visor is latched down in front of his face; a cord is placed in one hand, ready to trigger a movie camera aimed at his face. Then sled and rider are left alone; all hands retire to the safety of the control building or smaller concrete bunkers placed at intervals along the track...
...high wail of a siren announces: 60 seconds to go. Stapp begins to tense his muscles, stares at the long white ditch of the track bed below him. He concentrates on the cord in his hand; he must remember to pull it when the countdown reaches five. One last breath to last him for the ride, then he is off. "It's like being assaulted in the rear by a fast freight train...
...Maya Kekchi Indians furtively examined the big, bearded explorer in his Bedford-cord riding breeches and decided that here was the man to revitalize their dying tribe. They led to his jungle hut the fairest of their maidens, eyes downcast and breasts bare, and delivered a proposition from their chief: the girl was his, but if there were no sons, the explorer must give his breeches to the chief. "To refuse point blank would have insulted the whole tribe," explains doughty British Explorer "Mike" Hedges. "On the other hand, I obviously could not accept." What to do in this social...