Word: holdes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Except for a thirsty few who wistfully tried to figure out how much whisky it would hold if there were whisky in it (answer: 400,000 quarts), nobody paid much attention. But one day last month Jack Foster, editor of the Rocky Mountain News, explored a new building the newspaper is soon to occupy. Foster loves to stare at mountains, but when he looked out a second-story window he discovered that the bottle-topped Zook Building blocked the view...
Manhattan dockworkers, who have seen nearly everything in their day, gaped last week as the Cunard liner Parthia began unloading her cargo. Out of the hold swung three new red double-decker London motorbuses; their sides were plastered with ads for English cigarettes, cars and marmalade: their Dunlop "tyres" were heavy-treaded. And No. 11, the leader of the big reds, still bore her route markings: "BUCKINGHAM PALACE RD. WESTMINSTER ABBEY, CHARING X (for Charing Cross), STRAND, ST. PAUL'S, LIVERPOOL STREET...
Parliament is suspended for the moment, and the huge Wafd majority in both Houses is powerless. The King's men can hold power for a while, buttressed by the army, the police, the curfew and tight press censorship. But the King's men haven't much time. The cry of "Down with the King!" is already being heard in student demonstrations...
Once he started to make money on the Zoomerangs, Tigrett felt as if he had hold of a boomerang. Taxes threatened to take more than half his profits. But he soon thought up a real taxeroo. He now forms a new company to handle each new toy he brings out (e.g., rocker toys, toy typewriters, the Charles Eames TOY), thus keeps his overall gross in the lowest corporate income-tax brackets. In addition to the Chicago parent, Tigrett Enterprises, Inc., he now runs seven toy companies...
Foul was the night, and black the situation. Four hundred desperate Spaniards, crammed captive in the hold, had rushed in dead of night upon their guards, seized bayonets, and sliced their way through British flesh to mastery of the H.M.S. Renown. The dawn lit a scarlet scene: human rubble on the decks, the scuppers running with gore, the Spaniards in command. Brave Lieut. Bush, bleeding from nine wounds, lay hidden after the melee behind a cannon's hulk. "What would England say?" he asked himself bitterly. "What would the navy say?" Ah God, if only Hornblower had been there...