Word: glasse
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...failed in several attempts to find the swinging city we described (April 15), he went to the Time & Life Building on New Bond Street. There he watched correspondents watusi with comely researchers. "On each desk was a champagne bucket," he writes, "and when they saw me, someone forced a glass into my hand. 'Welcome to swinging London!' a secretary cried. I could hardly contain myself. 'Thank God, I found it at last...
Goodwill Arson. It took only a small spark to ignite Hough. Early one evening, the bartender in a sleazy, white-operated tavern called The 79ers refused to give a glass of ice water to a Negro, who then ran angrily into the street shouting the news to his street-corner cronies. A muttering crowd gathered outside the bar, stormed the place, and wrecked it. The rampage was on. Chanting "Black power! Black power!", hundreds of Negro hoodlums charged up and down the streets, smashing and looting white-owned shops at will...
...South China Sea with nothing worse than burned hands. Bellinger, riding shotgun overhead, drove off a nearby North Vietnamese fishing junk; minutes later, a rescue helicopter ferried Adams to his carrier, the U.S.S. Oriskany, where squadron 162 ("The Hunters") greeted him with a paper missile and a 2-oz. glass of Napoleon brandy, a cherished ritual after a particularly hazardous mission. To his parents in Minneapolis, Adams sent a laconic wire: "Unscheduled swim. Everything...
...Amazon jungle, his favorite fish-finding territory, he delights in swimming in piranha-infested rivers just to prove that piranhas (which he sells for $50) are not man-eaters. In fact, about the only place he finds hazardous is the U.S., where he lives in an expensive, theoretically bombproof, glass-and-concrete house on the Jersey shore. There, with unlisted phone numbers and safe from advice-seeking laymen and other "bores," Axelrod can, and does, toss off as many as four T.F.H. booklets over a weekend...
...voice through a great cloud of agony and sickness," writes Welch. "The voice was asking questions. It seemed to be opening and closing like a concertina. The words were loud, as the swelling notes of an organ, then they melted to the tiniest wiry tinkle of water in a glass. I knew that I was lying on my back on the grass. I could feel the shiny blades on my neck. Bright little points glittered all down the front of the liquid man kneeling beside me. I knew at once that he was a policeman, and I thought...