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Around the Horn. The Massachusetts mainlanders who settled Nantucket in the late 1600s, Stackpole believes, had little other choice of occupation. Their small island was hardly suitable for much farming, whereas whale oil could be a rich cash crop...
With some of your criticisms of London taxis any Londoner must agree . . . The basic design of the London taxi has changed little with the years, yet . . . the "rubber bulb horn and the wheezy engine" have now been superseded by a large and growing fleet of "radio cabs," conforming ... to a design intended to make turning and parking easy in narrow streets, yet clean, up-to-date and as comfortable as most cabs in most cities. We still have a few Georgian relics . . . but they are vanishing fast. Some, no doubt, have gone to California where, for the next few years...
Fixing his heavy, horn-rimmed glasses in place, the President faced his weekly press conference and began to read in a low voice. "I would like to present to you . . . with fairly broad strokes, what I consider the sensible framework . . . [for] an ever more effective posture of defense." Quickly he came to the heart of his defense-security philosophy: "I have always firmly believed that there is a great logic in the conduct of military affairs. There is an equally great logic in economic affairs. If these two logical disciplines can be wedded, it is then possible to create...
Another Road. Eisenhower looked pale (unknown to his audience, he was fighting an upset stomach - see below) and deeply serious as he put on his horn-rimmed glasses and began to read the text of his address. He used fewer gestures than he ordinarily does; he paused reluctantly for applause as he moved quickly to the "one question" that, above all, weighed upon the free world: "The chance for a just peace." Why had the bright prospect of peace vanished in the aftermath of World War II? "The U.S. and our valued friends...
Model 1920 or just off the assembly line, it is a spindly Victorian-looking machine with a rubber bulb horn and a wheezy engine. Its thin-spoked front wheels, poking forward like the forelegs of a praying mantis, can-by police stipulation-negotiate a U-turn in a 25-ft. lane. Up front sits the cabbie, exposed on each side to spring's deluge and winter's blasts, separated from his passenger by half an inch of plate glass and half a century of tradition. "Won't do to get too close to the passenger," explained...