Word: helle
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sirloin lovers (New York cut) to Japan to study the local cattle-slaughtering techniques on remote farms, where the gentle beasts, with tender humaneness, are made drunk on a bucketful of shochu-crude native booze-before they are led, staggering, carefree and mooing gratefully in a what-the-hell mood, to the poleax. Gourmets attribute the superior quality of Kobe beef to this alcoholic anesthesia as much as to the sensitive Japanese habit of massaging the cattle regularly once a week, thereby marbling the fat through the steak...
...Hell Divers. In the predictable course of events, Thach followed brother Jim to Annapolis, where he quickly became known as "Little Jimmy" (the name has stuck, and among Navymen there are two Admirals Thach-Jim, now a retired vice admiral, and Jimmy of Task Group Alfa). As a crack plebe quarterback, Jimmy Thach showed a remarkable fighting instinct, but he never made the "A" team: a collision with a husky fullback dislocated his shoulder, ended his football days. "What shall I do?" he asked the doctor plaintively. The tongue-in-cheek reply: "Try wrestling." Jimmy Thach did just that, made...
...pilot's career. In 1930 he became a member of the U.S. Navy's famous Fighting Squadron 1, the High Hat Squadron (skipper of the High Hats: Lieut. Commander Arthur W. Radford). Nine of the High Hats, including Thach and Radford, barnstormed the nation in Curtiss F8C4 Hell-divers, tied wingtip to wingtip with Manila rope. Bound thus, Thach and some of his comrades astonished crowds with loops, snap rolls and high wing overs-and never snapped a rope or a wing. When Hollywood filmed Hell Divers in 1931, the High Hats flew all the stunt scenes. Clark...
...signing his new contract (which runs for two more years), he gets six weeks of vacation with pay. Now his salary comes to $2,750 a week, plus a percentage of the income from commercials, but he has no time for pleasure. "I don't know what in hell we're going to do tonight," he moans...
...parody of Victorian melodrama. O'Neill once explained that he had trained himself as a playwright by reading "nothing but plays, great plays, melodrama" until "he was thinking in dialogue." Agnes, the convent-educated daughter of a painter, met him in a Greenwich Village joint called "The Hell Hole." As he saw her home that same evening, he said in a low, sure voice: "I want to spend every night of my life from now on with you. I mean this. Every night of my life...