Word: malling
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...dizzying speed. Science grew prodigiously, and its instruments-oscilloscopes, electronic computers, cyclotrons-enlisted superhuman precision and almost supernatural forces. But although Kramer's shop moved out of the stable after 27 years, it changed hardly at all. (The Smithsonian itself never budged from its first location, on The Mall in Washington.) Kramer's old lathe and grindstone still hummed their gentle songs, and his work went on. Almost no one came to visit him except the scientists who ordered his instruments. "I enjoyed my work," says Kramer. "It was very quiet." For amusement he played roque, a croquet...
...PALL MALL and other king-size cigarettes now selling at the same price as regular-length cigarettes will probably go up 1½ a pack this fall. Chesterfield, Philip Morris and Old Gold, whose kings already cost a penny more, have not found sales hurt...
...dismal, fitful rain stopped at last, or seemed to, shortly before the Queen was to appear. A hoarse command went up, and a bright red ribbon seemed suddenly to unroll along both edges of the Mall-the guardsmen, still beneath their big black bearskins, had doffed their raincapes by the numbers. The thousands cheered. A workman somehow got onto the Mall on a bicycle, pedaled incongruously past, tipping his hat from side to side in Chaplinesque solemnity while the crowd cheered...
...Mall and along the entire six-mile route of the coronation procession, Londoners and gawk-eyed visitors cheered London's bright new look. For months, the old city had looked as untidily unattractive as a dowager in a wrapper, curlers and mudpack. Statues were boarded up, the handsome old clubs in St. James and Pall Mall were defaced with iron scaffoldings, half of Westminster Square lay awash in cold rows of unpainted platforms and stands. But as if on signal last week, the curlers and mudpack came off, and London glowed with color and excitement. The official coronation decorations...
...long, lavender coat and jeweled turban, stalking through the rubble of wartime London with her inevitable, restless, prying umbrella, authoritative as a royal mace, or the sight of the old Queen pottering in & out of antique shops, slipping into the back row of suburban movie theaters, sweeping down Pall Mall in her towering automobile. "I think they call it a Daimler," she told a bemused G.I. to whom she gave a ride...