Word: pailful
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...winning the election, their advisers have been telling them, they will have to work at standing for something fairly definite themselves. That may involve them in a complicated task of self-definition. They represent a party that is an alliance of many fractious tribes-"from Yuppie to lunch pail," as Mondale said in San Francisco. The ideas and interests of, say, white steelworkers coexist rather sullenly, if at all, with those of blacks, or of feminists. In the pageant of unity last week, one speaker after another recited a Whitmanesque litany of races and classes and minorities and interests...
...Bartoshuk in her laboratory at the Yale-affiliated John B. Pierce Foundation, the only samples I was offered were tepid, clear chemical solutions. They were washed over my tongue or used as a mouth rinse as I leaned over a sink or a funnel hooked up to a waste pail...
...trips were billed as presidential, not political. But as he plunged into the nation's heart" land last week, shaking hands with some of the lunch-pail voters who helped give him his margin of victory in 1980, Ronald Reagan looked no less like a candidate than did Walter Mondale and Gary Hart...
...corpses five at a time into gas ovens built for one. The jumbled ashes were allegedly dumped into 30-gal. trash cans. Then, says Bob Kilburn, a funeral refrigeration-supply manufacturer who installed a cooler at Harbor Lawn three years ago, "they'd scoop up ashes with a pail and fill ten cardboard boxes, type up ten labels and proceed to make ten people." In other words, the remains of Aunt Felicia might be liberally sprinkled with the ashes of someone else's Cousin Harold or Uncle Fred. Says Kilburn: "I guess that's called genetic engineering...
Slowly, Pisar crept across the floor, past people who were too benumbed to notice. Reaching the pail, he began scrubbing the floor vigorously--scrubbing and drying and inching his way toward the door. Called back by the guards to clean a corner for the second time, he resumed his slow progress to the door. Reaching it at last he arose and walked toward the barracks, losing himself once more in the anonymity of the camp. He was just 15 years...