Word: messe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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High noon is rum time on the ships of the British Navy in temperate waters, from the dreadnaught Nelson to the little tug St. Abbs. In the tropics rum hour is 6 p. m. Then the seamen hear the quartermaster pipe, "Up spirits!" Down in the mess the caterer slops into each seaman's "basin" (bowl) one part rum in three parts water. The rum is mixed in a large tub around whose rim, in brass letters, are the words: "The King-God Bless Him." On the King's birthday all hands get a double ration of straight...
...mind. "Ruy Bias" will neither rust nor sit on a windowsill indefinitely. Several years ago, while the Graduate Establishment of Business Administration was being built across the Charles, two undergraduates, having passed French 2, and mellowed by their celebrations, solved the problem. The Morgan Business Library was still a mess of foundations and holes, Feeling that a library of any sort should be built not only of bricks, mortar, gilt domes, but also of books, they did their part. Contractors arriving on the job the next morning found piled in the corner of the future basement of the Morgan Library...
...were current that Persia and Afghanistan will also sign, thus further strengthening the Soviet Union which has always feared aggression. Third score of the week for the big. beaming Russian was a quiet agreement reached in the chambers of British Foreign Secretary Sir John Simon. This cleaned up the mess resulting from Moscow's badly bungled trial of English engineers for sabotage (TIME, March 27 et seq.). Because two of the engineers, Leslie Thornton and William MacDonald, were held imprisoned in Russia (the others being "deported" to England where they became heroes), George V broke off British-Soviet trade...
...mere adventure story by a long shot, Anthony Adverse is packed full of shrewd comment, tart gossip, homely saws. Thus Carlo Cibo, Havana epicurean, on young man's estate: "My God! . . . did you ever think what a terrible mess a young man really is? I mean a youth. That is - a kind of portable apparatus or attachment to three troublesome globes, one who has just stopped being a mad boy and has not yet been scared into being a decent man. One feels profoundly sorry for him. The only peace he can get is for a few hours after...
...down the Potomac from Washington between Alexandria and Mount Vernon is an old military reservation called Fort Hunt. There at the President's order the War Department set up some 600 tents in neat company streets. In each tent were placed eight cots, eight pairs of blankets, eight mess kits. Electric lights were strung up. Latrines were dug. Army kitchens and mess halls were built. Shower shacks were constructed and water hydrants provided, with laundry boards. From Washington to this clean, dry camp were escorted nearly a thousand members of the Veterans Expeditionary Force and told to make themselves...