Word: glassing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...glanced down at the photographs of his dead friends, tucked under the glass top of his desk. "All the great are gone, one way or another. It is my turn. To come in second behind an Ascari or a Fangio is still a triumph, but to come in second behind an unknown beginner because his young reflexes are quicker or his inexperience pushes him to take unnecessary risks can be tough for an aging champ. It will not happen to me. I will never go near a race track again, not even as a spectator...
...splurge in car buying put strong pressure on raw material prices? Says Norman B. Ture, staff economist of the Joint Economic Committee: "I don't see it. Say autos go up to 6,000,000. That won't be enough to exert real pressure on steel, aluminum, glass or rubber capacity. So a good strong demand in autos will not spread great demand pressures through the economy." And just as there are ample materials, so is there still an ample labor supply to keep a brake on wages...
...with a cocktail glass in one hand, or flashing his benign smile as he shakes your hand, you've caught Mikhail "Mike" Menshikov at a rare moment...
Armed with a glass of dry sherry, Mike is an amiable conversationalist, listening politely and with a nod of his head now and then returning answers to difficult questions with the open frankness and straight-from-the-shoulder approach that has won him many friends...
...this fellowship I carry emblazoned on my fading consciousness. It is the memory of staggering upstairs from the dining hall to my moist and tropical room, my belly swelled with an evening feast of boiled potato, wads of creamy butter, rice pudding, French bread, crispy pie crust and glass upon glass of tepid milk. (It is of such starch that tomorrow's leaders are made.) It is the memory of a genial House superintendent humbly whistling an Irish air as he searched musty closets for machine-guns, hashish, Radcliffe girls and other contraband. It is the memory of leather magazine...