Word: ponged
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...gentlemen (all, for no particular reason, Catholics) do all right too. Twice a year, like the ladies, they get a tank car of linseed oil with which to speculate. When business is slack they retire to a game room, play ping-pong and poker on company time. All but three have relatives on Scientific's staff-a compact nepotism summed up by O. E. with parental pride: "It's a Tinkers-to-Evers-to-Chance payroll and never lets the ball get out of the infield...
Colonel Pfeil's main task (under the technical supervision of Adjutant General Emory S. Adams) is to keep the boys from getting homesick. His weapons: motion pictures, ping-pong, baseball, pool tables, camp huts where soldiers can dance, play games (crap shooting is discouraged), write home under the eye of impregnably respectable middle-aged hostesses...
...Mary Lou Isleib), Harold Lloyd's two daughters, the Brentwood Campfire Girls, Westlake schoolmates. Fortnight ago home was made more interesting by the completion of an elaborate playhouse with an auditorium seating 85, a room for her collection of rare dolls, a basement with bowling alley and ping-pong table, a room for framing and filing prize fan mail...
...foot of Shakespeare Cliff newsmen bought cigarets and ice cream, between raids, from an old woman who thanked them cheerily, told them that Hitler's war had saved her business. Army men, who got to Dover first, had all the girls, so newspapermen spent their evenings playing ping-pong in the hotel basement. Their favorite character was a bloated barrage balloon which they named Sefton Delmer. after a 252-lb. reporter for the London Daily Express. Shot down in flames one day last week, Delmer was their only casualty. Few hours later, Delmer II slowly ascended into the twilight...
...business when I have guessed wrong or moved too slow. A young boy called up from Oklahoma City-and wants to break in roughnecking and be an oil man. The boy is lucky as hell in not knowing that digging oil wells ain't exactly playing Ping Pong. I kind of admire that boy. It don't seem so long ago that I was riding freights and had wrinkles in my belly too. But they all came...