Word: porch
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Conversion by Mail. One of the experts quoted is the famed mail-order priest, Father Lester J. Fallon, whose correspondence courses of instruction in the Roman Catholic faith signed up 38,000 servicemen during the war. Father Fallon, who calls his technique "Getting Them Up on the Rectory Porch," points out that many a potential convert is embarrassed at approaching a priest, and would rather read about Catholicism at home before ringing the rectory doorbell. Paid advertising in newspapers and magazines is the best method of reaching such prospects, says Father Fallon...
There is a spell in Japan since olden times, to drive away an unpleasant or tedious visitor. The method of this spell is to stand a broom upside down on a porch, like the picture of Mr. Baker. It is more effective to cover brooms' cheeks with a towel...
Last week he followed this routine as methodically as a toolmaker setting up a lathe. He drove his 1941 Chevrolet sedan into the garage behind his neat white six-room house at 9:30 p.m. His wife turned on the back porch light; he walked into the kitchen, took off his coat, asked about their 5½ year-old daughter Linda, and sat down to some warmed-up beef stew...
...knot Lurline, also a troopship during the war, had been stripped and rebuilt from the hull up. Manhattan's Raymond Loewy Associates had designed lanai (porch) suites with private sundecks and air-conditioned cabins that were combination living and bedrooms. First-class fare: $150, up to $850 for the lanai suites...
...poachers are lovable rogues, all the women quiver with massive bursts of laughter, all the intellectuals are wise, all the drunkards poetic. Natural eccentricity and tolerance leave no place for nasty gossip and nagging. The vicar keeps live bait in the church font and nesting-boxes over the porch ("My dear fellows," says he to his wardens, "can you think of anything less sacrilegious than a pair of spotted flycatchers...