Word: piped
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Rothafel, the free-spending impresario who had conceived the Roxy, jumped to the Radio City Music Hall just up the street, was soon presenting shows that out-glittered those at the theater named after him. Upkeep for the high-stepping chorus of Roxyettes, the huge orchestra and the three pipe organs was so high that the Roxy had to operate at near capacity to turn a profit. Even after overhead was cut down, poor pictures and finally television kept the theater in a precarious financial position...
Being a great-great-grandson of Rachel and General Andrew Jackson, I was shocked and humiliated when I read [Jan. 18]: "His devoted, pipe-smoking Rachel cheerfully put up with log cabins for 15 years before they realized their dream of the grand white-colonnaded house of their own." Why should you want to degrade and lower the character of a lovable and perfect lady? [See cut.] Rachel Jackson suffered with asthma, and her physician recommended that she try smoking a cob pipe to relieve the congestion. It did not help her condition...
...Washington, FTC's Kintner, 47, patiently puffed his pipe, proudly showed off the favorable mail that came in after the ad. (Sample: "Hogwash. Thanks, Mr. Kintner-Glenn Lewis. Average American. Elkin, N.C.") In Manhattan, other ad agency bosses gagged on their Gibsons, labeled the ad "a phony." Snapped one: "A deplorable exhibition of advertising sophistry at its worst. The public will say, 'That's the way Madison Avenue reacts to criticism-they're thieves and crooks...
That night, when the first dazed rescuers began to dig, there was hope the prisoners might still be alive. Canaries, carried underground in cages to test the air, survived, and 31 pit ponies were taken out alive and well. But, ominously, no "pipe talk" came back when the diggers tapped messages on the one water pipe that seemed to be intact, and a weary worker came to the surface shaking his head, saying, "It will take us a week to get near them." All through the night, womenfolk, some wailing, others grimly tightlipped, stood clinging to a fence near...
Monsignor Ronald Knox was skittish about moths, mice and telephones. He was at his ease among pogo sticks (once he navigated a flight of stairs on one), the pipe smoke and verbal parry of Oxford common rooms, Latin verse and the English language. Temperamentally an esthete, he nonetheless made sense and clarity the chief goals of his monumental translation of the Bible. Intellectually the most ornamental English convert to Roman Catholicism since John Henry Newman, he was too diffident and self-effacing to aspire to a cardinal's red hat. His was the subtler role of a kind...