Word: fixings
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Wilbert Winkle, having demonstrated budding heroism by breaking out of his bank cage and starting a fix-it shop in his garage, can be counted on by experienced movie-goers to bloom properly when transplanted from Benton, Calif, to the South Pacific. He does, by wiping out a machine-gun nest with a bulldozer, and comes home a hero even to his wife. Mr. Winkle has its moving moments, but the total effect is about as convincing as if professional tough guy Edward G. Robinson were to play the part of the mild little bank clerk-which he does...
Georgia's grey Walter F. George had a considerably more modest plan to cushion the U.S. worker against a postwar depression. He proposed that each state fix its own scale of unemployment compensation (which at present ranges from $2-a-week minimum in Alabama to $22-a-week maximum in Connecticut), and that the states continue to foot the bill. The Federal Government would step in only if a state could not meet all payments; then it would lend, not give funds...
Plane v. Bicycle. Kluge was in a pretty fix. His supply lines had been bomb-ravaged (in three days more than 600 locomotives, nearly 7,000 freight cars had been destroyed). Reinforcements were delayed (one unit bicycled nine days to reach the front...
Then she slipped quietly back to her attic to read some more about Joan. The Maid, Simone noted, had not been put to death by the English invaders, but by 15th-Century French quislings. Soon Si mone found herself in the same fix. A haughty Marquis, the town's political boss, kept a collaborationist eye on her. Her Uncle Planchard was furious with her too, because of the gasoline tanks. Simone was arrested and, like Joan, lost her nerve, signed a confession. But when courage returned, Simone repudiated her confession, gallantly went off to Burgundy's most ruthless...
...great favorite with Pius X. In Milwaukee his playful choir boys stuffed the trombones and tubas, for an accompanied number, full of newspapers. The resulting tone, says Father Finn, "sounded like everybody was playing a fine-toothed comb. I had to ring the curtain down so we could fix things." In Regina, Saskatchewan, Finn found himself without a baton. A gentleman, "a true gentleman," says Finn, "took the rung of his chair and whittled it down so that it would fit between my third and fourth fingers, which is where I hold a baton. Halfway through the concert that baton...