Word: sips
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...granddaughter married Captain Frederick Pabst of the S. S. Huron. By the time the Chicago fire of 1871 left the Milwaukee brewers supreme in their territory Capt. Pabst had taken over the company and had his name painted over its portals. Capt. Pabst was an epicure, would rather sip good wine than quaff beer. So it was a proud day in the Pabst Corp. when one of their brews won the blue ribbon at the Chicago Fair. So pleased were the Pabsts that they called their leading brew after the Blue Ribbon which they attached to every bottle. When near...
...children over there, too . . . wouldn't dream of saying, 'Oh, shut up, pop' or 'Scram' to a grey-haired parent. No modernism about them. . . . The way they drink, too! Can you imagine a people that just fiddle along with an occasional sip of wine, instead of getting plastered...
...Paris the high priests of Bacchus now hold forth. But in these degenerate days no furied band of Maenads follows beloved Liber's route, for only a solemn group of graybeards meets to celebrate the triumphal offerings of the vine. They gather, whiff the sacred fragrance, and sip, nor do they ever drink to the joys of youth and songs of pleasure. They are sad, as wine has made them sad; the fields of Bacchus have been sullied by the mundane and unworthy impious of the temple of Mercury. The cratera is empty, while cases of gin replace the dusty...
...just setting, the moon just brightening when the monoplane dropped upon busy Templehof Field. The crowds broke, poured across the field with shouted "Hochs" and "Kolossals," swept the now utterly exhausted Post and Gatty to their shoulders. Feebly they tried to sip proffered champagne and immediately begged for ice water. At the airport hotel sympathetic officials finally desisted from their rapid-fire questioning, put food on the flyers' plates and bade them eat. At n p. m. they were in bed (Gatty had fallen asleep in the bathtub). At 7:30 they were Moscow bound...
...scene would spoil the "goodwill'' of the whole junket. When the party reached Rouen where another banquet was served them, Mayor Porter had been coached in the art of responding to French toasts. Instead of stalking out, he lifted his champagne glass to his lips, did not sip, did not swallow...