Word: packed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Denver hangout was the Windsor Hotel, where he once turned loose a bushel of rats, closely followed by a pack of rat terriers. They swarmed from attic to wine cellar, leaving havoc in their wake. Ogilvy's best friend at the Windsor was its amiable, hard-boiled bartender, Harry Tammen, who in 1893, with a handsome, swaggering young gambler from Chicago, Frederick Gilmer Bonfils, bought the Denver Post...
...passenger train, narrow-gauge freight, shaky Chevrolet, pack train and Indian dugout, Explorer Blotner went into the interior in 1931, came out with information on weather, topography, disposition of the natives. Three years later, on an aerial survey of the projected route, his pilot got lost, ran out of gas, made a forced landing in the wilderness. Airman Blotner might still be there if a Brazilian geographic expedition hadn't happened along, lent him some gas which got his ship to Belem...
Past the reviewing stand trotted the Sixth Cavalry's first squadron (cavalry-talk for battalion): 424 horses carrying troopers armed with Garand rifles and automatic pistols, 48 pack horses loaded with machine and anti-tank guns. After them in a cloud of blue smoke snorted the second squadron: 68 armored scout cars, no motorcycles, trucks, rolling kitchens, ambulances. Spectators found the motor squadron old stuff. More interested in the horse squadron, they watched it trot up to 58 truck-trailer combinations, unsaddle, walk its mounts up inclined tail gates, tie them inside. Within 10½ minutes horses were loaded...
...play Princess Kalima in the Chapel Playhouse, which used to serve as a community church. To the dismay of her audience, including many Harvard boys who write her love letters, she refused to do her strip. Said she austerely: "In Connecticut the theatre is art." She managed to pack them in at Guilford nevertheless. Relatively overdressed at the curtain, Miss Corio felt like a real dramatic star...
...flung to rescue from oblivion only the most available, most familiar things. She writes about the new car, Christmas shopping, the last day of the holidays, the first day of spring, a visit to a country house, where she has occasion to reflect on "the sound of a pack of upper-class English voices in full cry," and to be grateful for a rescuing Colonel Blimp. "Thank God for colonels, thought Mrs. Miniver; sweet creatures, so easily entertained, so biddably diverted from senseless controversy into comfortable monologue: there was nothing in the world so restful as a really good English...