Word: queue
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...cost-cutting experiment in the Adams House Dining Hall was marred by long delays at dinner. In the first of several projects designed to determine whether the Dining Hall System can be economized, the Adams serving line was cut from five to three servers, causing the queue to back up almost to the door...
...caught tight in the squeeze of the Depression. Sam and his five brothers and sisters spent their early years in one of a row of identical five-room company houses. Sam's father worked as little as one day a week in the mines, often had to queue up for free flour. The specter of the mines and a sooty lifetime behind a No. 3 shovel hung over all the boys in the coal country. Sam decided early that he was going to finish high school, no matter what, and there he found football. When Sam made the Class...
...Russian scientists live like top U.S. business executives, with city apartments, houses in the country, chauffeur-driven cars and servants. Their U.S. counterpart often earns less than the plumber who cleans his drains. Even low-ranking Russian scientists get all sorts of special privileges. Scientists, for instance, do not queue up like common people; they go right to the head of the line, and nobody objects...
...minded colleague, Education Minister Wijayananda Dahanayake, took over the premiership, a strange quiet settled over the country. Taxis, buses and cars flew mourning flags of white; the only hint of violence lay in a rising wave of public feeling against the Buddhist clergy. In Colombo a two-mile-long queue waited five hours in the scorching sun to pass by Banda's coffin in the Rosemead Place bungalow. At first the police refused to admit them, but at last Sir Oliver intervened. "The gates of the Prime Minister's home," he said, "were always open to the people...
...most Russians go to their mailbox or wait patiently in the midmorning kiosk queue for a copy of Pravda or Izvestia. Readers write the papers thousands of letters every week, usually complaining against some service or some minor bureaucrat. They have a private joke which has become a national truism: "In Pravda there is no information, in Izvestia there is no truth." At day's end, by long tradition, the reader hands his paper over to the neighbor on bathroom duty in the cooperative apartment house. Then, by almost unanimous agreement, Pravda and Izvestia come into their own: torn...