Word: quaff
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...pamphlets on how to fight alcohol abuse and a parade of new college information and counseling centers. Such centers are becoming almost as familiar on campus as homecoming games and fraternity parties-the occasions that have always called forth prodigious assaults on the bottle. The dedicated drinkers, though, generally quaff quietly off campus, making the rounds of such traditional hangouts as The Pub on State Street in Madison, Wis., or the Goose's Nest on Notre Dame Avenue in South Bend, Ind., or Quantrill's Saloon on Massachusetts Street in Lawrence, Kans. After learning from a survey...
THEY CAME FROM a far off and heathen wasteland to the north of fair Cambridge. A rabble-rousing band of fierce knights, they were known throughout the kingdom for their green complexions and hairy palms. Their maidens were robust and buxom and could quaff a barrel of ale with scarcely a burp. These were the Green Meanies of Hanover...
Despite such exotic bottles from which to quaff, connoisseurs sometimes actually prefer the ordinaire. In a blind taste test of ten waters, organized by New York Times Food Critic Craig Claiborne, all five judges ranked Canada Dry Club Soda-a nonmineral beverage containing "sodium bicarbonate, sodium citrate and artificial flavoring" -as one of their top three selections. Some of the other top choices were strictly all-American: Poland Sparkling Water from Maine, Deer Park from a babble of springs in New York, New Jersey, Connecticut and Pennsylvania, and Saratoga Vichy from Saratoga Springs...
...Politicians outside the fence, mad and complaining. Inside at high summer it isn't a bad life. Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter like to watch from the Truman Balcony as the swifts dive and soar in the evening light. They tilt back and forth in their Brumby rockers and quaff homemade-in-the-White-House lemonade by the quart (Maître d' John Ficklin's brew of fresh-squeezed lemons, a touch of sugar and a sprig of mint, served in tall glasses...
...novelist usually does try to convince us that under their hard shells his anti-heroes really do want desperately to believe. If not in politics or in love, (at least not for long), then in religion and the afterlife. The place they perpetually go in Greene's novels to quaff their spiritual thirst is the Catholic Church; and if their inability to take God seriously keeps them from having faith, at least they can while away their time feeling guilty. The most successful portrait Greene paints of this inward struggle for piety is in The Power and the Glory...