Word: gos
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Rage In a Mangold Eye. All that White knew about hawks to begin with, he had learned from three tracts on the subject and from an exchange of letters with two of the few remaining hawk-masters left in Europe. The bird was Gos, an untamed tiercel (male) of the largest European species of the short-winged hawks, only three inches smaller than a golden eagle. The scene of their encounter was a clearing in a Buckinghamshire wood, where White lived alone in a cottage...
From that moment, it was hawk or man. When White gently lifted Gos back to fist, he bated again. All night long Gos bated and Whits lifted him back. How long would it go on? Until White's patience cracked, or he fell asleep-in which case, the hawk-masters had assured him, the hawk would know that he was the stronger, and would die rather than be tamed-or until the hawk himself fell asleep on the fist. White knew that hawks sometimes held out for as long as nine days...
...determination and persistence of its snow is no new phenomenon for Cambridge. A few years ago a couple of Sno-Gos-those goose-necked tractors which effectively chew up snow and squirt it into trucks--briefly appeared in the Square, then disappeared without a trace. In their wake returned the good old snowplows, smearing the snow into well-glazed flat surfaces and impenetrable mounds...
There is only one good explanation for the disappearance of those Sno-Gos. That is the salutary and invigorating effect of the common snowplow on the activities of local policemen and their minions. At the first signs of snow the minions are out with their tow trucks. "Snow Removal," they mutter, as they yank your car off to their garage, looking nervously over their shoulders for the snout of the all-devouring plow looming up behind a drift. They might as well be looking for a Sno-Go. The tow trucks come and go, but still squatting in the rectangular...
Hearst newspaper editors give no news more loving care than the "special" stories about the Hearst family circle which come out of Los Angeles. One day this week, Hearst editors had their hands full finding space for an unexpected double dose of such "must gos." In the New York Journal-American, one long story told about the award of a Navy gold medal to Publisher Hearst-"to accompany the Distinguished Public Service Award...presented to him in March...