Word: damping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Neukolln, near the big Tempelhof airfield, workers sat in the damp cellars of the old stone houses with horror in their hearts. Their city had been bombed 58 times before, but never like this (their district was the first to be hit by the R.A.F. two years and a half ago). They did not know what was happening along Unter den Linden; they could not hear, for bombs were raining all around them too. The airport was splashed with red flame. Fire and smoke mushroomed from the big power stations southeast of the field...
...this. The author of the terse sentence was Major General Alexander Archer Vandegrift, Commander of the Marines in the Solomons, and he certainly had been busy. At 55, he had been climbing up & down cargo nets like a 25-year-old. He had lowered his high rank into damp foxholes. He had eaten captured Jap rice for want of anything better. Like his men, he had slapped anopheles mosquitoes, swum naked in the Lunga River...
...their strange language, which is Semitic dashed with the flavors of Europe, they whispered in their cafés while the outrageous Englishmen bounded up & down the narrow, stepped streets of Valletta, sweated at rugger, cricket, swam in the surf. Though there was never any outburst (the warm, damp sirocco was too enervating and the Maltese were too polite), neither did there burn in Britain's amber jewel any flame of devotion to the King. Not even when, in 1921, his Majesty granted self rule (within limits). The Governors and the governed lived in separate worlds, while many...
...popularity of the Harvard route among the Good Humored icemen is due to the fact that sales do not drop in cold or rainy weather, Lurie said, whereas most routes, such as beaches and residential areas, drop to two per cent of their usual income on damp or cool days. The reason for this, as accepted in local frozen sherbert circles, is that "people around here don't buy the stuff because they're hot, but because they're hungry...
Home to the war went oak-hearted Winston Churchill, his dark blue Trinity House uniform damp with the spindrift of the high sea, his yachtsman's cap askew. Home to a nation which still believed it could avoid the war went broad-shouldered Franklin Roosevelt, faultlessly pressed, confident, characteristically hopeful of the world's destiny. They had kindled-so they hoped and perhaps believed-a fire that would be a light...