Word: orangemen
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...time for the cold and choppy mile and three-quarters course was 8:51.0, beating by a length, a scrappy Brown crew, which nipped the Orangemen by five-tenths of a second...
...real events or visions induced by laughing gas. Like Baudelaire's true voyagers who leave for the sake of leaving, Desmond travels a long way sitting down. What is real is the poetry. Desmond's train at first seems actual enough, with slogans penciled "by obscenely-minded orangemen": "To Hell with Hitler. Down with Dublin. Up Kerry all the Time." Yet it is not quite a train either; it is "suspended between the north and the south like a star in the sky and not touching this earth: like a homing pigeon with no home, twisting and twirling...
...after testing Red 32 on animals and finding it highly poisonous, the federal Health, Education and Welfare Department took it off the list of "certified" colors. Under orders to stop using Red 32 by next March 1, Florida orangemen pleaded that the stuff had not been proved to be harmful in the minute quantities that might enter an orange eater's system. Overruling the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit, the Supreme Court held that in the coal-tar provisions of the Food. Drug and Cosmetic Act of 1938, "harmless" plainly means absolutely harmless, and that therefore...
...years ago,when bankruptcy threatened the favorite road, Orangemen and Fenians alike agreed that nationalization was the only answer for the G.N.R. The next question was how, since Northern Ireland and the Irish Republic were scarcely on speaking terms. For two years, while the argument raged, the money-losing Great Northern chugged on under private ownership. Last week agreement was reached to put the railroad under joint ownership of the two separate nations. "Funny, when you come to think of it," said a philosophical G.N.R. worker. "We'll be doubly nationalized. It could only happen in Ireland...
There were cheers from thousands, and Orangemen toasted their Queen's coming in gallons of frothy stout, the national elixir. The Queen and husband Philip spent the night at Government House, watched the traditional lambeg drummers lambasting their three-foot drums with ferocious, stout-filled glee. Eventually, they gave Elizabeth a headache, and Sir Basil Brooke, Prime Minister of Northern Ireland, popped his head outside to ask them to desist. They did, but said goodnight by playfully clouting him with their caps...