Word: erection
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Green herded his staffers (Variety calls them "muggs") upstairs into a dusty, top-floor parlor. He was going away for 'a couple of months, he said, and short, swart, 210-pound Nat Kahn, eight years a mugg, would be boss. Out in Hollywood, Green will help Warner Bros, erect it's long-planned monument to the man who made slangy Variety the "showbiz" oracle it is: Founder Sime ("Mr. Broadway") Silverman...
...divisions.) For the old war horse, that was a bitter period. One day he visited Fifth Army headquarters before Cassino, borrowed Mark Clark's Packard, and in this conspicuous vehicle rode recklessly up to the front lines. When he could ride no farther he got out and walked, erect, though mortar shells were bursting all around. More than once, Patton had said that he wanted to die on the battlefield. Man in Armor. A cavalryman by training and by temperament, California-born George Patton was the medieval man on horseback-in mechanized armor. Even before his country...
...Willow Run the last of the Government-owned machines were being moved out only this week. Hunt will have to build up a production staff to install miles of conveyor belts in the bare building, move in acres of machine tools, erect long assembly lines. He has also taken on a job which some auto companies prefer to leave to outsiders, the highly specialized job of making his own bodies. It will be some two months before the huge presses to stamp them out are in the plant. Outside of this, Hunt will have to depend almost entirely on outside...
...only of beer and pipe tobacco, now exude faint traces of Prince Matchabelli perfume. The battered furniture, handed down for cash from generation to generation, has been junked for double beds, ruffled curtains, flowered drapes and potted plants. Hot plates glow busily under home-cooked dinners. Dartmouth plans to erect a lattice fence to hide the disturbing sight of bras and panties drying on the clothesline...
...Hush, mother," cried her daughter. "Someone may hear you! Besides, I think the rats are going to attack again." In tense silence the two women waited. In silence, millions of rats, heads erect, whiskers vibrant, beady eyes alert, waited for that mass impulse, unreasoned but irresistible, which would be the signal for their hordes to remove these last human obstructions to the rat world...