Word: freshing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Britain and almost unheard of in the U.S., bubble like a social melting pot that can boil down everything from cutaways to galluses. Nor is any one of them much like its fellows, because both Henry Yorke and pseudonymous Henry Green love to court new experiences and make fresh experiments. Since his proletarian years, Henry Yorke has graduated into big business: he is now managing director, in London, of his old Birmingham firm, H. Pontifex & Sons. In World War II, he worked full time as a fire-fighting "ranker," i.e., enlisted man in the hazardous National Fire Service...
...grime meant money. Men's ingenuity knew no limits, and the supply of fresh laborers from the villages of Europe was seemingly as inexhaustible as the great coal fields under the Alleghenies. Pittsburgh grew and kept on growing...
...gaudiest garments, shirts, kilts and shawls, ever worn by man. Most of them were made of embroidery so delicate that the tiny stitches covering all the cloth looked like meshes of the finest weaving. Across them pranced birds and wildcats in reds, pinks, greens and yellows almost as fresh and brilliant as when they came from the dye vats. From their edges dripped cataracts of brightly colored fringe; the shirts had masses of fringe instead of sleeves. In life, the man who wore them must have delighted the eyes of his barbaric gods...
Like a bolt of lightning, the debate in the British Parliament has been and gone. Aside from a fresh smell in the air, there is no visible evidence of its visit, and we are left with no better notion of the Labor Government's position than before. That Labor would receive its expected vote of confidence was apparent before the debate commenced; the only reasonable conclusion is that devaluation was not the real issue in question, but that Parliament instead had in the back of its head the impending elections...
Backless Books. His first students numbered 35-girls in pigtails and fresh cotton dresses, boys in faded, shabby shirts. They had come with their dinner baskets in their hands and battered, backless books under their arms. Not one wore shoes. There were 19-year-olds in the first grade, 14-year-olds in the second, and a twelve-year-old girl in the eighth...