Word: rangely
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Pengpu's narrow, cobbled streets bustled in the early darkness with shoving soldiers and civilians. At a quarter to 7 gongs rang, warning of curfew. Cries of "hurry, hurry home" sounded on the streets. Shopkeepers hastily boarded up their stalls. By 7 the streets were deserted and quiet save for military patrols with their rough bayonet-pointed challenge to late passersby: "Ni shut...
...snappy speedster or dancing together at Shepheard's. Although some 400 Egyptians were trampled to death or otherwise injured in the jubilation that followed the wedding, all might have been well if only Farida had had a son. But three times during the next few years the bells rang for a royal birth, and each time it was a princess...
...wrote a novel [about the Eastons] I know how my first chapter would end. Three minutes after Mrs. Easton answered the phone and gave the right formula . . . the doorbell rang. It was an insurance salesman. He had been passing through Attleboro with his car radio on, listening, of course, to Stop the Music. When he heard the address, he headed for the house. He was Johnny-on-the-spot, the first of an intolerable army of mercenaries. I didn't make up the insuranceman episode. That, too, happened to the Eastons...
...woke her husband and three children in the dead of night to tell them about it. When the news reached Australia, electric carillons pealed in Sydney and Melbourne. Next morning, in London, the bells of St. Paul's, Westminster and many another church rang out in clangorous rejoicing. Stock-exchange members stopped their trading to sing God Save the King', the official 41-gun salute decreed for the birth of a royal heir boomed forth from the Tower of London and Hyde Park. Even in Norfolk, Va., Britain's battleship, Duke of York, fired an extra...
...driving force behind the eye bank is a smartly dressed, sixtyish woman named Aida de Acosta Breckinridge. One day last week the telephone rang in her small office on the first floor of the Manhattan Eye, Ear and Throat Hospital. Mrs. Breckinridge answered briskly: "Oh, yes. A little baby's eyes are wonderful. We'll call for them tomorrow." Another Manhattan hospital had called to say that some parents had offered the corneas of their dead child so that another person might see. The Red Cross would handle the delivery to the eye bank. A telegram...