Word: piped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...each objection the MacArthur jaw jutted out a little farther. "We go," said Douglas MacArthur. A little after 6 a.m. June 29, the wheels of the Bataan rolled down the wet Haneda runway, churning up a fine spray. Soon after the plane was airborne, MacArthur pulled out the corncob pipe which had been one of his World War II trademarks. "I don't smoke this back there in Tokyo," he said. "They'd think I was a farmer...
...convoy halted once, a few miles south of the Han, within sight of enemy-held Seoul. MacArthur jabbed toward the city with his corncob pipe. To General Almond he said: "What do you say we push up there, eh Ned?" The party pushed on to a hill barely a mile from the 18th Century walls of Seoul. Clearly visible were towers of smoke from fires set by enemy shelling. Clearly audible was the crump of Communist mortars over the river. Below the hill a railroad bridge still stood intact, capable of supporting tanks and heavy trucks. Field glasses in hand...
...tweedy, pipe-smoking, 43-year-old who still looks rather like a college boy, Eames designs other things besides chairs. He works with three admiring young assistants in a studio littered with kites, machine tools, Indian relics, driftwood and desert plants, all of which help give him ideas for new designs. At one time or another, Eames has tackled everything from movie sets to a molded plywood splint used by the Navy during the war ("A forerunner of the furniture," says Eames, "because it supported the body and was sympathetic...
...took up a colecta among Mexico City intellectuals and trade unionists; they hoped to rescue the library within a week or so. A sympathetic friend remarked that now was a time for Moscow gold to come to the rescue, if there were any around. Said Lombardo, puffing on his pipe: "That's a good idea. I never thought...
Dolorous Alfred, Lord Tennyson, always felt "dreadfully embarrassed" when he found himself alone with a woman. But when he paid a visit one day to dyspeptic Thomas Carlyle and found only Mrs. Carlyle at home, he was so promptly disembarrassed by her poise and charm that he stuffed a pipe brimful with stinking shag and harangued her happily for three solid hours, "exactly as if he were talking with a clever man." And Charles Dickens-to say nothing of Thackeray and John Stuart Mill-felt much the same way about Jane Carlyle. "None of the writing women," said Dickens, "came...