Word: neighbors
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...About 28 million "proletarians"-miners, factory workers, clerks and mechanics. A typical worker's home: one small bedsitting room (for a man, his wife and two children), with kitchen and toilet facilities shared with the next-door neighbor. The average worker's wage buys him an austerity diet of bread, fish and potatoes (fresh meat is a luxury), and such occasional relaxations as a ticket to a soccer match or a jugful of cheap vodka...
...Hamilton, Ohio, filing a damage suit for $35,000, Mrs. Florence H. Wollford claimed that her neighbor Ada Krebs had 1) poured hot grease on her rosebushes, 2) covered her newly painted garage with crayon marks, 3) placed a hose in such a way that water threatened to undermine her house...
...Defenders. For the record, India is not alarmed by the Communist threat. "We are delighted," says the External Affairs Ministry, "to see our backward neighbor making so much progress." Nehru has told the Indian army not to fortify the frontier itself, so as not to provoke the Chinese. "It's bloody rotten for us that the British never feared any danger from Tibet," one Indian officer grumbled last week. "They would have fortified all the passes and we could just move in and make tea. As it is now, if we even build a blockhouse on the border...
...town of South Shields. With only an ancient cat named Dimpy for company, he settled down to a life of solitude punctuated only by occasional memories of the wife he had loved and the son he had lost. Then, one day this month. Fred was called in by a neighbor to fix a broken windowpane. Over the inevitable cup of tea, the lonely man, now 77, told his story. "Why, that's funny." said another neighbor who had dropped in. "I heard almost the same story from a bus conductor right here in town, and his name is Jaques...
...granted" in Tudor England, now began on a scale never known before or since. "Women at their marketing, men at their daily trade, the cobbler at his bench, the ploughman trudging the furrow-all learned to know the awful smell of burning human flesh, the flesh of a neighbor, of a man or woman as familiar as the parish pump. Mingling with the steam of washing day, or with the reek of autumn bonfires, or polluting the sweetness of June, that stench . . . even in a cruel age, left behind it a memory and a disgust...