Word: piked
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Society (of which he was then president) as a kind of enormous lion because of its eight-inch claws. Wrote he: "I cannot . .. help believing that this animal, as well as the mammoth, are still existing." When Jefferson sent Lewis and Clark up the Missouri River and Captain Zebulon Pike into the Rockies, he half-hoped they might bag a live...
...Memphis, Tenn.; Harold C. Passer '43, Faribault, Minn.; Donald J. Patton '42, Cortaro, Ariz.; Dick S. Payne '43, Council Bluffs, Ia.; Daniel M. Pearce '42, Ripley, Tenn.; Jack M. Peterson '42, Portland, Ore.; Alan W. Petit '41, Berkeley, Calif.; Chris G. Petrow '41, Webster City, Ia.; Norman H. Pike '42, Sioux City...
...printed a front-page cartoon and editorial headed "Three Families Drive America to War." Promptly Michigan's Representative Roy Orchard Woodruff (Republican) lashed out in Congress at "this sort of propaganda played up at a time like this for purposes of political demagoguery." To Representative Woodruff SECommissioner Sumner Pike, retired oilman and onetime vice president of Wall Street's Case. Pomeroy & Co., explained: "In some way unknown to the commission, a copy of the report or the summary was obtained by a newspaper correspondent. . . . When the report had reached its final stages it was supervised...
...Nashville he was greeted by the Tennessean's publisher, cyclonic, pudgy Silliman Evans. In a big, red, open, flag-stuck Buick, they roared off at 60 m.p.h. behind ear-busting police sirens down the Franklin Pike to Mr. Evans' home, a plantation once owned by Andrew Jackson's partner John Overton. There field-hands drew beer in tin cups, sweaty cooks turned roasts over barbecue pits, visitors trampled the fresh young daffodils in the meadow. Mr. Farley spoke, shook hands, praised Cordell Hull, Tennessee, the post office, went indoors to eat a vast spread of fried chicken...
...most of 1,200,000 U. S. radio listeners who ran for the exits, peered down the pike for Martian invaders or otherwise conducted themselves oddly on the night before Halloween 1938, the Orson Welles broadcast based on H. G. Wells's The War of the Worlds remains a booful, baleful memory.* They will perhaps never think of Mercer County, N. J. except as the place where a series of rocket-machines once fictionally landed, loosing battalions of huge extra-terrestrial monsters. For those interested in 1) owning a copy of the celebrated script (with indicated sound effects...