Word: hells
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...imagine a newspaper announcing that the Russians had organized a unit to send a man to hell. The next morning there would be two or three federal agencies around with budget figures, public relations staffs pounding on the walls of Congress saying, 'We can't let 'em beat...
...gulf between the sexes. Author Janeway's novel deals with the same subject, but unfortunately it consists of speech after long speech. Most of the talk is mournful, and most of it is carried on by women. There are men in the novel, who say "what the hell" quite often, but they are neither very important nor very real. They are the book's furniture, and when one of them stabs himself, the reader is merely baffled, as if a sofa had suddenly stood on end during a tea party and spilled its stuffing in grief...
...road near San Stephano on a tiny West Indian isle--flabby, middle-aged, and wet from an afternoon thunder-storm. Courtney Courtney Peabody had drowned in the rain. A half-finished letter found in his hotel room contained his last recorded words: "Gee, mom, it's hot as hell down here. When can I come home?" The letter, like Courtney's life, must remain uncompleted...
...When I see a motorboat coming," says one shaky sailor from Baltimore, "I say to myself, I am a sailboat; I have the right of way. Then I get the hell out of there." Investment Banker Julian K. Roosevelt (of the Oyster Bay Roosevelts) recalls the day on Long Island Sound when a power boat pulled alongside his father's 60-ft. schooner Mistress. The intruder bellowed: "Hey, Mac! Which way to port Jefferson?" Says Roosevelt with deep satisfaction: "I answered him in his own way and said, 'First turn to your right, Mac!'" Harrumphs a fellow...
...told him to repeat after her the act of contrition: "0 my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee. I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of Heaven and the pains of Hell, but most of all because they offend thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love...