Word: dipped
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Emperor Hirohito was having trouble making ends meet. On an allowance of 8,000,000 yen for the fiscal year 1947-48, he had managed to spend more than 10,000,000. Like other heads of family the world over, he had to dip into capital to make up the difference...
Bernadotte had transmitted some of his courtly manners to the plane; when he left Athens, he told the Dutch crew to buzz the royal palace and dip the wings in salute to Queen Frederika. He had brought clothes for every occasion; in Cairo he wore a white tropical suit, in Tel Aviv a grey bemedaled uniform. He also brought considerable Red Cross experience as an intermediary between belligerents. In World War II he had arranged an exchange of disabled German and British prisoners of war, later persuaded the Nazis to send some 15,000 Norwegian and Danish hostages to Sweden...
Burly (6 ft. 4 in., 240 lbs.) Oilman Taylor was out to make two points. The first was an item of interest to stockholders: despite Union Oil's whopping $18,910.860 profit, the highest in its history, the company still had to dip into reserves to pay for the year's expansion, research and development. The other point was for U.S. industry generally: businessmen must find more effective means of telling the public of their problems, successes, failures. Taylor thought this important enough to broadcast the film to cities where Union Oil has few shareholders, no employees...
...Awakened at 5:15 a.m. . . . tried to take another dip into oblivion . . . awakened at 7 a.m. . . . went to sleep again . . . Awakened at 8:15 a.m. [with] itching ... head, lots of white dry dandruff . . . must read about it in the Encyclopedia . . . Smoking too much makes me nervous . . . Arose at 9 o'clock ... I think freckles ... are due to some salt of iron [in] low state of oxidation ... A little dog . . . just came [in], face as dismal as a bust of Dante . . . dinner at 3 p.m. ... I eat too quick . . . Commenced reading . . . don't like Dickens-don't know...
Then he went to inspect a submarine, turned up later at the enlisted men's beach for his daily dip and a two-hour sunning. The red of his nose was peeling and turning to tan. He lolled in the sand in a T-shirt and white duck trousers, a canvas helmet shading his face. He looked like a man without a care in the world...