Word: grilling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...lurks in the collective unconscious of many Americans. In that Middle West the year is still 1930-something, the lawns are broad and sleek, locusts whine in the elms on summer afternoons. There are vacant lots suitable for baseball. Prosperous businessmen eat lunch together every day at the hotel grill, and their wives have card parties with small prizes-a vocabulary-building book or a piece of bone china. There are, of course, bad neighborhoods, some colored, some criminal; people with alien names; poor people (mostly lazy); and a dangerous President in the White House. Be that...
Saturday's the big day, rather, the biggest day. Lunch will consist of free food at the Grill as well as free beer. Then off to the Sprints at Worcester. Buses have been chartered and the charge will be a low $2 per couple. On the banks of Lake Quinsigamond, Quincy students and their dates will continue to consume, with the committee providing dessert and beer. They will be welcomed back with another good dinner at the House...
...trouble with seating house committee chairmen, members say, is that they are out of the mainstream of Harvard life. They're the ones who are always talking about whether coffee ice cream will sell in the House grill and about how to increase the attendance at those beer-swamped dances. One clear argument against seating house committee chairmen is that they're simply too busy with routine, but necessary, house chores. If the HUC is really anxious to end its super house committee image, dumping the house committee chairmen seems mandatory...
During the afternoon, he drove eleven miles to nearby Buffalo, dropped off a blue suit at a cleaner's shop and sipped a cup of hot chocolate at a local grill. That evening, the Humphreys drove through flurrying snow to his headquarters in Minneapolis...
...Graceville as I drove past the feed stores and the service stations and the modest homes on a morning in mid-April of this year. It had been 14 years since I had last seen Graceville, and nostalgia was bringing me back. I parked in front of the Circle Grill, where we had managed to eat on our $2.50-a-day meal money, went inside and ordered breakfast. It was when I began talking with the proprietress that I realized something indefinable, and bad, had happened to Graceville...