Word: littered
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Outside a furniture warehouse that was being used as a sorting station for casualties in Beaumont, Texas, the "wounded" were lying on litters in the street. There was row upon row of forms splattered with red paint, wearing torn and dirty old clothes. Word came that the disaster hospital, set up in an elementary school ten blocks away, was ready. Volunteer bearers lifted a litter. "Hey, what you got?" asked one of the cases. "Both legs blown off!" was the grinning reply...
...mystic sign of spring. For generations, every Easter Monday, young Washingtonians have been aroused at cockcrow and subjected to the city's egg rolls. On that day thousands of citizens flock to the Lion House hill at the Zoo to hurl Easter eggs around, lounge in the sun, litter the grass, trample on other citizens, and harass the police and the National Parks maintenance men. Hundreds more attend egg rollings at churches, schools and private homes. But the biggest numbers always converge on the White House. Last week, as usual, the grounds of the Executive Mansion looked like...
...Father Brown, with a dash of old man Karamazov thrown in. Deliot is a French lawyer, an ancient case-horse just about ready for pasture. A bachelor, from the bees in his bonnet to the flies on his vest, he is grimy, grouchy, up to his knees in litter, and almost down to his belt in beard...
...novel, The Confidence-Man is a near miss, one of those pregnant and provocative failures that prove more rewarding to read than a whole litter of lesser writers' tidy but empty triumphs. Austere and philosophical, it sometimes seems all head and no tale. Despite its dire point of view, the book jests and jostles with life, and really belongs with the sardonic comic charades of Swift, Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida, and Ben Jonson's Volpone. Like them, it is a kind of cosmic hangover suffered by a man who-having drunk overfull of the human race...
What Is It? The audiophile used to live surrounded by a litter of parts and soldering irons and spoke a strange jargon full of "cycles," "decibels," "curves," "roll-offs." Pre-hi-fi sets were unable to top the violin's range (about 8,000 cycles per second) and thus were "unfaithful" to all instruments but bass drum, timpani, bass tuba, piano, French horn and trombone (played softly without mutes). So the hi-fi fan went all out for high frequencies...