Word: jolts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...including what enthusiasts scornfully call "daisy-pickers," or people who simply enjoy a day in the country via the B & M. Enthusiasts came not only from Boston for this special trip. One man traveled for 16 hours from Detroit just to be at North Station for the first, steamy jolt. Others hailed from Washington, Syracuse, Philadelphia and St. John, New Brunswick, while one section of the train was full of insurgent New Yorkers...
...indignant letter to the Worker ran: "[You] have followed successive flip-flops with amazing jolt-proof gymnastic dexterity, without ever being at a loss for editorial words. The doctors were plotting, the doctors were not; Beria was in, Beria was out; Tito was out, Tito was in; Yugoslavia was a dictatorship with ruthless suppression of opposition, Yugoslavia is finding its independent path to socialism; Stalin is up, Stalin is down . . . The Daily Worker editors had carved out a position even more unassailable than the Soviet leaders have claimed for them selves. The Soviet leaders admitted to previous mistakes. The Daily...
Caught by Cotter Pins. Washington has been something of a jolt for the man who has spent a lifetime in the symmetrical, sense-making world of banking. In auditing Defense Department expenses, for example, he learned that a few expensive, unnecessary items had to stay in the budget because they affected the home folks of Congressmen or Senators with critical votes to cast on the whole budget. He had to learn to jump at a growl from the members of the House Appropriations Committee. Only last week, while his head was swimming with the billions of the new budget...
...desired directions. His electric models, which simulate the control problem of a full-scale aerodyne, fly very well. Attached to an electric cable, to supply power and control signals, they rise on an even keel, circle around a hangar, hover indefinitely and land without a jolt...
...roots deep in the restful Old South. Although he is only 46, he grew up in a Florida as different from today's as the pinewoods around his native Tallahassee are from the palmy patios of the Miami Beach hotels. The Florida he remembers meant the jolt of a single-barreled shotgun on his shoulder and a bobwhite dropping through the yellow winter sunlight at the edge of a slash-pine grove. Or a 15-lb. turkey gobbler hurtling into a charge of No. 6 shot, and then falling through the Spanish moss on the oaks onto...