Word: payday
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Unique Breed. In a recent book on Korea, Marine Major Andrew Geer tried to describe the singularity of that unique breed: "Marines have a cynical approach to war. They believe in three things: liberty, payday and that when two Marines are together in a fight, one is being wasted . . . They are proud, sensitive and haughty to the point of boorishness with other military organizations. A Marine's concept of a perfect battle is to have other Marines on the right and left flanks, Marine aircraft overhead and Marine artillery and Naval gunfire backing them...
High Taxes & Waste. Each payday the taxpayer is reminded of how much of his income the Federal Government is taking, and many a taxpayer believes that a large part of what he pays is wasted...
...payday for the 3,000 men aboard the U.S.S. Midway, anchored off the French Riviera. One by one, 16 bluejackets disappeared into a storage room below the carrier deck for a little forbidden pleasure. There they got out their bankrolls, settled to their knees. The soft clack of dice and the whisper of plaintive invocations went on all night until the kitty reached some $3,000. Then the door opened, and three more bluejackets pushed in. But these were different: hoods masked their faces, they whispered commands, and they waved pistols. The crapshooters were ordered to stand facing the bulkheads...
...manager of the civilian Credit Union at the Navy's big Quonset Point Air Station near Providence, R.I., Gerald Lynch had reason to feel a little nervous when payday came around. Part of his job was cashing paychecks for Quonset's 4,000 civilian employees, and a year ago burglars had stolen $60,000 from the union's safe. Payday arrived last week, and Manager Lynch called in Thomas Smith, a burly civilian guard. Together, they picked up $100,000 in small bills and change from the Navy paymaster and drove back to the Credit Union...
They get precious little of it, for the duke is a skinflint. After every payday, he cheats his staff out of their wages in an unfriendly game of cards. Forever inviting guests, the duke is an outrageous host. The wine they admire, he knows will not "travel." Wheedled out of him and carted home, it tastes like vinegar. The villa's glittering bathrooms are tiled with condescending instructions: "Press handle down, hold for one minute and release with a slight jerk." The ten-year-old footman has been taught to speed departing guests with the final salute: "You-goddamned...