Word: messes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Army dines early in Fukui. At 5:14 p.m. we were sitting in the concrete officers' mess, waiting for dessert and coffee. There wasn't any warning-the floor just pushed up under us, and great chunks of wall and ceiling began to crash about us. We staggered for doors and windows, knocking into each other and falling to the floor. The driveway before the building buckled up before me as I bounced over it, while concrete slabs thudded down from above. We flung ourselves on the compound lawn, but the earth shook so violently that some...
...cookbook, 100 to Dinner (University of Toronto Press; $3.50), was an up-dater of a manual put together for service kitchens during the war, and it was badly needed. Raising the standard of Ontario resort cooking even to that of an army mess was a major operation. "Ontario," quipped a visitor to Toronto, "is as conservative gastronomically as it is politically. Eating is a dull pastime indeed, something to have and to have done with...
...Alabama divorcee who sued Governor Kissin' Jim Folsom as the father of her two-year-old-announced that she was now "tired of the whole mess," and asked permission to drop the suit. "Your petitioner has come to realize," she explained after a few months' thought, "that she has been . . . used as a political tool...
...Proxy? But Bevin, and a good many plain Britons who had hoped they had heard the last of the Palestine mess, were sputtering through a chain reaction of anger. Wrote London's News Chronicle: "If President Truman would take a long, long voyage far out into the sea and speak to no one, there might be some hope of reaching an agreement . . ." Britain's sober Economist pointed a grimmer lesson: "If it [the crisis] is allowed to develop unchecked, the Americans will raise their arms embargo in order to supply the Jews with weapons; and if Britain continues...
...Generals Robert E. Lee and A. P. Hill, planning the day's action and "assisting their deliberations by the truly American custom of whittling sticks." Shells and bullets began to hiss and whine once more; but in his Gettysburg garden Sallie Broadhead's husband doggedly "picked a mess of beans . . . [and] persevered until he had picked all, for he declared the Rebels should not have one." Soon, the smoke of battle grew so thick that gawking young