Word: drank
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...turned to the guest of honor, a man with a face gaunt and ascetic enough to be Bunyan's pilgrim-John G. Winant, the newly arrived U. S. Ambassador to the Court of St. James's. Winston Churchill aimed his toast at the Ambassador, but he drank from his heart not to any man, not to any nation, but to the good issue of a three-dimensional battle: on, over, under the Atlantic waves...
...would have convinced many a veteran convention-goer that he had come down with the d.t.s. No salesmen of bakers' equipment set up bars to dispense alcoholic cheer. Toasts were drunk in tomato juice. Even at the biggest banquet the 30 men at the speakers' table decorously drank cocktails of milk, without even a spot of gin to take away a taste abhorred by most convention guests...
That Saturday night, as the nation's juke boxes ground out The Last Time I Saw Paris, as millions of Americans danced, drank, played bridge, collided in automobiles, sloshed through the East's thickest blizzard in six years or gave thanks that California's record rain had stopped; as the millions who have as yet felt no impact of the war prayed or played; as on any other Saturday night, with the children bathed and in bed and the old folks nodding by the radio, the U. S. went about its usual concerns, while the Senate took...
...show was the crowd itself, which came in well-heeled thousands, filled the villages' hotels, overflowed the sleeping cars parked on sidings, backed up all the way to Munich, two hours away by train. Some skied and skated, more took chocolate on the sunny terraces, all drank and danced until after dawn in bars and casinos and behind the shuttered windows of private chalets...
...Brothers spoke from Hollywood and their usual lavish feast of superbly baked ham was mixed with reasonably straight brotherly sentiment. Lionel wanted to tell Ethel over the radio: "We brought a big red apple for you, but John drank it." The line was cut from the script. So with many heavy Lionelesque gasps and wheezes he told how Ethel had helped him into his first big part when "I burst like a chrysalis on Broadway and knocked them for a row of Chinese pagodas. . . . I've never been so good since.'' With a melancholy, boot-reaching sigh...