Word: pubs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...pub in Windsor people hastily set down their drinks, burst into tears, got up and scrambled for the doors. Housewives in Richmond, shopping on busy George Street, suddenly scattered like scared hens, lost their shopping lists, staggered tearfully home with nothing for their families' dinners. Near London's Liverpool Street Station, in the rush hour, weeping barmaids tried to serve hundreds of customers who lurched in as though half-seas over. They weren't, but they were gassed up. The A.R.P. was teaching the public a lesson. They had not been carrying their gas masks...
Once he sat in a "fine, decent pub, the type found only in rural England, run by a nice middle-aged woman and her two daughters." It was three miles from an airport where some of the R.A.F. night fighters were stationed. One "lad named Terry, who was like a character out of a book" described just what he would of do to Nazi troop planes if they ever tried to invade England...
Scotland was burning last week, as any Clydesider in any pub would have told you: "A scandal, lad, a scandal. The Parliament allowing only half a day to a debate on the dismal category of trends and tendencies in Scotland. Ah, lad, the Scottish workingman is getting the short end of the horn as usual...
...There are 160 British dog tracks (17 in London), and going to greyhound races is almost as popular a British pastime as throwing darts or playing shove-ha'penny in a pub. Since the war there have been three or four dog races a week. Henceforth there will be but one, on Saturdays. In 1939 there were 12,000 dogs on the tracks, now there are 6,000. Most of the retired dogs were not destroyed, but made into pets or put out to stud. Bidding is still keen for good dogs at sales, where a promising pup will...
...they ran into an eccentric Briton, Sergeant Donald Robbie, who whipped out a pistol and backed them against the wall. But, having disillusioned the Sergeant, they spent an agreeable two hours strolling the town. Everywhere they talked snatches of German and their Germanic English. In a workmen's pub the proprietor recognized one of them as a former vacuum-cleaner salesman named Harry Pringle who had sometimes called before the war. Said the proprietor to Harry Pringle: "What are you doing in that getup?" Harry Pringle told him. Otherwise there seemed to be very little interest. During the whole...