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...delegates' wives in Manhattan) had been sent a basket of wine (four bottles) by a California vintner, responded with a womanly international gesture. To the pilot who had flown the wine from the Cresta Blanca vineyards she dictated her recipe for Chinese Burgundy: beaten whites two eggs, one pint Burgundy, dash vanilla extract, dash orange bitters; stir in the whites slowly...
...Derby Day, he would probably be up a tree again, watching Arden's cerise, blue & white colors-and taking anxious side glances at such able rivals as speedy, pint-sized Rippey, big, brown Spy Song and the Calumet Farm's In Earnest (trained by Ben Jones, who delights in running an underdog to victory). And no one knew better than Tom Smith that an unsung hero might well cross the line ahead of them...
Before he went to war, pint-sized Miller Anderson was the best twist diver in the U.S. Over Italy, 13 months ago, Captain Anderson bailed out of his P-47, smashed his left leg against the tail of the plane. He fell behind the Nazi lines, and the Germans, too busy retreating to tend to him, let his bad leg get worse. When U.S. Army doctors reached him, they screwed a three-inch silver plate in just above the knee, and patched him up so that he didn't limp. But when he got back to college last January...
...appearance is the exact opposite of the common conception of a hangman; to see him in one of the local pubs drinking his pint of ale, one would think he was a farmer who had come to the village to sell his produce. One of his favorite jokes on meeting a person is to say, "What a lovely neck." I will never forget the shudder that went over me when he told me: "Ah, you are a large man, you would drop nicely." He told me one time that he was taught the trade by his father, who hanged himself...
...once-jampacked pub sat just two tweedy Cambridge men (one without an arm), two half-pint ratings from the Submarine Service, two burly noncoms from the Grenadier Guards. A tipsy ex-Tommy wanted to bet five pounds to four on Oxford and got no takers. A radio blared. Said Gus: "The boat race, it's dying out, that's wot it is. ... Trouble is everyone goes for football matches 'n dog racing wot they can 'ave a bit of a bet on." Actually the crowds were as big as ever, and grateful for the outing...