Word: mucked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...immigrants lingered long enough in the city to partake of Tammany's good deeds. Some pushed northward, across the Catskills, the Mohawk Valley and the Adirondacks as far as frigid Franklin County on the Canadian border. Others moved westward across the muck flats around Syracuse to Lake Erie and the Pennsylvania line. They found themselves part of a statewide complex that had reacted against the political and economic power of the city. They discovered that their tax dollars were winding up in the pockets of Tammany's corrupt sachems. Many joined with native sons...
...World War I (1914-18) Pax Britannica, sickening, died. Europe poured out its blood into the muck of Flanders and France-2,706.154 casualties for the British; 4,974,000 for the French; 4,846,340 for the Germans-but carved new conquests out of the vanquished Ottoman Empire. The last of the Empire builders, Italy's Benito Mussolini, grasped vast Libya only to lose it, his nation and his own life, in World...
Through the marshes of southern Louisiana 14 months ago, an oil-drilling rig was towed into position and a 20-in. drill casing firmly planted in the muck. Fort Worth Oil Drillers Sid Richardson and Perry Bass, in a joint project with Freeport Sulphur Co. and Houston Oilman John W. Mecom, started drilling with high hopes of tapping a new field near Louisiana's rich Lake Washington field. But as the drill bit downward-to 5,000 feet, 10,000 feet, 15,000 feet-their hopes sank as fast as their costs rose. Drillers had to battle hole temperatures...
...Into the Muck. "We're going to the boondocks," the boots muttered to each other in the darkness. The column snaked in a northerly direction across Rifle Range Baker toward Ribbon Creek, a murky, treacherous tidal stream that ranges from 100 ft. wide and 4 ft. deep at low tide to 250 ft. wide and 12 ft. deep at high tide. To reach the stream, McKeon had to lead his men across a 100 ft. border of deep black mud carpeted by yard-high swamp grass. He did not hesitate, although he later admitted that he had "never been...
...water and turned upstream, hugging the shoreline. Turning, he called out: "Everybody O.K.?" Behind him, the marching column was floundering. Again he shouted: "Everybody O.K.?" The answer came loud: "No!" Men were deep in the mud; Recruit Raymond Delgado yelled that he was up to his chest in the muck. McKeon turned to Recruit John Michael Maloof and ordered: "Go help them out." Replied Maloof: "O.K., but let me have your stick." Using McKeon's broomstick, Maloof pulled Delgado...