Word: piped
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Unfortunately for cigar-chewing Congressman Dies (last week he switched to gum), Witness Browder was under wraps. His pipe line to Moscow had failed to inform him of the Communazi non-aggression pact in time to prepare a U. S. explanation in keeping with Comintern ethics. Last week his explanation sounded like something out of a fairy tale: "It [the pact] caused dismay in Tokyo . . . broke the Axis . . . reopens the open door in China . . . lessens the danger, of Fascist penetration in South America . . . is one more step in reaching the Marxian ideal of Communism...
...that year, he said, Stalin swallowed the U. S. party, cleaned out its personnel, put in his puppet Browder. To Browder's claim that funds no longer flowed through the Moscow pipe line, Witness Gitlow replied that they used to come at the rate of $100,000 a year, probably still...
...meeting house built the year he died. As of yore, his congregation will be drummed to meeting, the tithing man will tickle the drowsy with a rod tipped by a rabbit's foot, the precentor line out the psalms and lead the singing with a pitch pipe. The sermon will be "The Doleful State of the Damned," which Samuel Moody first preached on August 21, 1710. He will pray that Queen Anne's reign continue happy and glorious, "that this place and all other places be not bothered by Indians during the coming week...
...feet the tanker's ejector flung out a grapnel. It hooked around the Caribou's line, skidded along to the tip, locked fast with a corresponding gripper. With the electric potentials of both planes equalized to prevent static sparks, the tanker's crew joined a pipe line to the grapnel, fed it back to the Caribou to be coupled with her gas tank valves. While the two planes soared out over Foynes at 120 m.p.h., the tanker flushed the pipe line with nitrogen (to remove air, which, in combination with gasoline, might explode), pumped after...
Fletcher Pratt is a little man with a stub pipe stuck sideways under a wispy mustache. His mild eyes behind thick-lensed glasses, his bulging forehead, uncombed scalp lock and careless clothes sometimes make people take him for a clerk in a side-street seed store. Actually, he is the inventor of a naval war game which the Naval War College at Newport, R. I. rates more efficient than its own, and which Landlubber Pratt and enthusiasts play weekly on the floor of his big Manhattan studio. Between battles, Player Pratt steals time to author fat volumes whose swingtime style...