Word: drank
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...limp on the cutting-room floor. Pola Negri walked her leashed leopard cub. through the streets; Bessie Love drove a lavender-colored limousine ; Marion Davies* brought a marble bridge from Italy to span her 80-ft., saltwater swimming pool; and Dolores Del Rio let it be known that she drank only from a golden chalice. Even discounting the pressagents' fevered imaginations, it was a wondrously gaudy existence...
...food didn't suit him, Vasily would hurl it on the floor, stamp out, and roar away in his plane to stunt off his anger. He drank brandy and vodka in gulping draughts from breakfast until bedtime. The base soccer team, the Stalin Commandos, either in victory rode the dizzying crest of his pleasure or in defeat the depths of his displeasure...
...ante-bellum Natchez there was a law against selling liquor to Negroes, but in spite of it the slave Steven was always getting drunk. When he drank, he tried to escape. When he was caught, he was flogged. On Aug. 10, 1840, his master's diary shows that he was beaten twice: "After he had been Brot home, [I] Hand Cuffed him and Floged Him. In the first place I Knocked him Down at the Building-he then ran away, but was soon Brought Back again . . . I gave Him Late in the afternoon a tolerable severe whiping." Master William...
...last week, in a wooden shack on the edge of an Austrian D.P. camp in Salzburg, a wide-eyed little boy ate chocolate cake and drank coffee with whipped cream for the first time in his life. With his father, mother and two younger sisters, he had just escaped from Hungary. Casually, without taking his attention from the food, the skinny seven-year-old answered a few questions. There was no need for him to concentrate; in his one year at the People's Democratic School in Budapest he had been trained well. The answers came easily and quickly...
...would surely have found too hairy for comfort; The Laughing Philosopher, by M. P. Willcocks, sometimes muffles the Rabelaisian laughter in a modesty he certainly never felt. Yet both books bring back a strong, winey breath of the most exuberant of writers from Aristophanes to Balzac; a man who drank life to the drains, and then couldn't deny himself the loudest belch in literature...