Word: pub
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Meanwhile, in Bath, a National Wheel Racing Mouse Club was organized. Founder Laurie Jackson had already enrolled 48 members, all adults who presumably could be trusted not to ginger up their mice. For a race track they had chartered the "Royal Oak," a hall attached to a Bath pub. In Mouse Monthly, chief spokesman for the N.W.R.M.C., Britons learned more about mouse wheel racing: the track is twelve feet long and has six runways. The mice, one to a runway, propel diminutive wheels, by trotting on a two-inch treadpath. Entry fee for each race: two shillings sixpence. All mice...
Parliament is as different from Congress as the local pub is from the corner drugstore. Congress is, at best, a poor show; the real work of American government being done in the committee room. But Parliament with its ceremony, color, and open debate is the true heart of the British Empire...
...recovering from his wounds in an Army hospital anywhere in England in the six months following D-Day knew the words Lichfield and Kilian as well as he knew the location of the nearest pub. Through the far-reaching military grapevine came unbelievable tales about the guardhouse at the Tenth Depot and of the colonel in command. Former pass from the Lichfield base would continually warn their buddies: "Keep your nose clean when you get there." They beat prisoners there, they told you, and some guys died from the beatings. To those who wondered why nothing had been done about...
...evening's first raid was on the Plymouth pub, the Tom Elliott. The Rev. Wilfred H. Mildon, a mild-appearing man, went in alone by the four-ale door (to the public bar) to establish a bridgehead. When he reappeared and gave the thumbs-up sign, all six parsons trooped in, 30-year-old Pastor Arthur Bird's black & white accordion braying deafeningly...
...Words & Ginger Ale. For ten days the six "Christian Commandos"-all hearty Methodist ministers-had been on an evangelizing pub-crawl in Plymouth. Their reception was not always as hearty as at the Tom Elliott. Said one of them: "Sometimes we're accompanied by a continual barrage of strong swearing, but Bird here plays the accordion so loud they can't make themselves heard...