Word: drove
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...They drove a score of frightened Negroes outside, where a cross was burning brightly in the Alabama night. "You've got to keep these niggers down," the neighbors warned Steve Marshlar. One of them told Steve's sister-in-law: "We're tired of the Catholics running this town." Then the night callers got back in their cars and drove away...
...Emperor finished, a man stepped in front of the crowd. "Tenno Heika banzai-Long live His Majesty, the Emperor!" he yelled. "Banzai!" echoed the crowd in a booming roar. "Banzai!" the masses outside took up the cheer. "Banzai!" they cried, shaking their paper flags as the maroon Packard drove past the thin white pillar that notes the center of the atom blast. It looked as if defeat and a confused postwar world were transforming the Emperor of Japan into the Emperor of the Japanese...
...refused to be dominated by admirals, but he made no attempt to usurp their jealously held prerogatives. He simply did his job, better, perhaps, than any service Secretary in history. He drove himself with a kind of quiet intensity. Year after year he worked seven days a week, from early morning until late at night. His vacations were risky expeditions under fire on the battlefronts...
Early one spring morning in 1945, the Rev. Archie Mitchell and his 26-year-old wife rounded up five of their Sunday-school class, drove into the mountains near Bly, Ore. for a day's fishing. Luck was bad at first and Mitchell walked back for the car. Returning, he saw the rest of the party gathered in a semicircle, curiously examining a mysterious object they had discovered in the woods. The kids had stumbled upon one of the 9,000 balloon bombs launched from Japan against the U.S. West Coast...
Stewart climbed into his car and drove aimlessly until he chanced upon the First Congregational Church on Franklin Boulevard. Its slogan beckoned like a beacon: "Only a Stranger Once." Stewart went in, sat through the service and wrote a folksy column for the Press about the church, its frock-coated, friendly pastor and its "mighty fine" mixed choir...