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Word: piped (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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...soon as the King's health had been drunk,? before which no smoking is ever allowed, he pushed aside the perfectos and lit his famed hubble-bubble, the Dawes underslung pipe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: Birdsong & Findhorn | 7/1/1929 | See Source »

...first told the world about President Hoover's Yardstick (TIME, May 6), headed for London to confer. Waiting for him. Ambassador Dawes, like any tourist, lunched at the Cheshire Cheese in Fleet Street, sat in Dr. Johnson's chair, ate two helpings of veal pie, smoked a long churchwarden pipe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: Birdsong & Findhorn | 7/1/1929 | See Source »

Even before he left the S. S. Olympic, he unhinged his famed underslung pipe and explained its mechanism to fascinated European journalists. Told of the intensive social obligations of an Ambassador, the heavy dinners he must endure, he replied: "I've been dining out in Washington for four years and have yet to remember gaining anything from it. I would as soon talk diplomacy with a man with a pipe in his mouth as any other way. My first two months in England will be reserved for my dear old friends of the British Army and the reparations dealings...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE CABINET: Hustler | 6/24/1929 | See Source »

Capt. A. T. Morris of the American steamer Maracaibo, leaned over the ship's rail smoking an evening pipe, gazing at the placid harbor of Willemstad, Curaçao. A thin sliver of moon hung over the tanks of the Royal Dutch oil refinery on shore, shone on the yellow plaster façade of the Governor's Palace...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: VENEZUELA: Bottom Button | 6/24/1929 | See Source »

...Western Front. We feel the Front in our blood. Shells whistle, our senses sharpen. We feel the animal in us. we want to hide in the earth. An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline before us. Great heavies boom like an organ. Smaller shells howl, pipe, hiss. Searchlights sweep the dark sky, halt, quiver on a black insect? the airman. He falls. A bell rings?Gas! I remember the gas patients coughing out their burnt lungs in clots. I don my mask. Like a big, soft jellyfish the gas floats...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Horror of the World | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

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