Word: petrol
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Fill 'er up, please, right to the top," caroled a British motorist last week as he braked to a happy stop at a gas pump. Behind him other drivers, grinning as broadly, queued up to wait their turns. Some made a ritual bonfire of their petrol coupons. Some tore them up and scattered them to the winds. For the first time in ten years, eight months and four days, British motorists were able to get all the gasoline they wanted without coupons. "The gratification to the motorists," intoned the great grey Times of London in one of the most...
Even the Tories were happy because they could say, "I told you so." During the last election campaign, Churchill had demanded an ending of the petrol ration and been charged with "irresponsibility" by his Laborite opponents. The happiest of all, however, were the tens of thousands of Britons whose cars have been limited to a thwarting 90 miles' worth of petrol a month...
Only a few weeks ago the Labor government had held out no hope of increasing the ration. Extra petrol meant spending extra dollars, since 36% of Britain's supply must come from U.S. companies, and spending dollars meant going without timber for houses and food for lunch. The government, many Britons knew, had been busy since last November with some sort of negotiations with U.S. oil companies, but the only result seemed to be a decision to cut dollar-spending even more. Then, one day last week, Fuel Minister Philip Noel-Baker rose in the House of Commons...
Savage Beasts. In those days, Chagall walked the streets from noon to nightfall in search of subjects to paint. Back in his room he worked under a single light until, as he wrote, "the petrol lamp outside in the street clashed with the blue of the predawn sky." But few Parisians paid Chagall's nightmarish canvases much heed. Just before the Russian Revolution he returned to Vitebsk, where he founded a school of fine arts...
...Will Ye No' Come Back Again?" Back in his own Warwickshire, Eden spoke before 35 rubber-booted farmers, their wives and a white-haired vicar. Eden dawdled with his water glass, pleasantly twitted his women hearers. "Some of you ask for very naughty things," he said, "like extra petrol coupons." Two women giggled. One red-haired farm wife remained uncharmed. "For all his good looks," she whispered to her husband, "I'll still...