Word: hazing
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...inventor of the dry martini is lost in history's haze. Some romantic gin-and-vermouth scholars say it was St. Martin of Tours, patron of tosspots. Others hold that a tipsy barkeep at San Francisco's Palace Hotel happened on the formula by accident before World War I. The Italian vermouth company, Martini & Rossi, is sometimes credited with first honors, and an 1862 bartender's manual describes a "martinez" which contains the basic ingredient but adds maraschino and bitters. Whatever its origin, there is no doubt that the martini is America's favorite cocktail...
WHEN the air is clean around here," says a longtime resident of Youngstown, "we're not happy." In good times, the city's steel mills along the dirty Mahoning River roll out nearly 10% of the nation's steel, and a sooty haze from the smokestacks lingers inescapably in the air. Last week with the steel mills strikebound since mid-July, the air in Youngstown was ominously clear...
...getting up in a plane, Menzel explained yesterday, the group is "pretty well assured of getting above the early morning fog and haze." He called the project a "sensational opening schedule" to his seminar on the study of the sun and sunspots...
...Church bells pealed, car horns honked, railroad whistles shrieked. Boys in Lederhosen, overalled factory workers, student nurses in starched blue uniforms, black-clad seminarians, tens of thousands of flag-waving schoolchildren shouted dozens of greetings, all meaning "I Like Ike." Eastward through the summer-evening haze, the President could make out the Hotel Petersberg, opposite Bad Godesberg where Neville Chamberlain stayed while conferring with Hitler on the road to Munich, 21 years before; northward lay the black cathedral spires of the city of Cologne that the U.S. First Army had smashed into smithereens 14 years before. Placards said: THE CITY...
...American pilots, with its distinguished passengers at the windows looking down upon unfamiliar landscape, the jet flew on across the great Russian plain, the jagged pattern of Russian farm fields, an occasional blue lake and great patches of green forest, until it let down through a blur of urban haze for a smooth landing at Moscow's Vnukovo Airport. It was 2:47 p.m. when Vice President Richard Milhous Nixon, fresh in dark grey summer-weight suit and light grey tie, emerged blinking into the sunlight from the forward hatch, followed in a few moments by Wife...