Word: sips
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Just a sip out of the Jack Daniels bottle in which Peg kept his hot as ice and clear as crystal brew was enough to feel a hell of a jolt, but Daniel had to go and pour the whole thing into his beer and Gay came back and, taking off her denims, climbed into the tub and suddenly it was right. Shooting stars peeled off the cob of the Milky Way, iridescent silk whipped off the rich black and yellow health of night, plunging into the darkness of the valley where a pair of headlights twined down the pass...
...began to explain work-study in Cuba. "All of our students work. From primary to the college level, students spend part of their time in school studying and part of their school time doing work. Socialism in Cuba aims to integrate theory and practice." As she stopped to sip her fruit juice, I asked her the rationale behind Cuba's work-study program. Ilda hesitated with a half smile and curious facial expression as if she thought the reasoning was obvious. "Work-study puts more producers in the economy. Under socialism," she emphasized, "everybody works. Second of all, this type...
Once the choice was made, preparations for the story began under conditions of secrecy. From Beirut, Bureau Chief Karsten Prager distilled 18 months of reporting on oil while Cairo Bureau Chief Wilton Wynn flew to Jeddah to sip Bedouin coffee in a rare audience with King Faisal. In New York, Reporter-Researchers Ursula Nadasdy de Gallo and Sarah Button gleaned information on oil and the Middle East. Sequestered in an out-of-the-way office, Senior Editor Marshall Loeb then wrote the cover story, which was edited by Assistant Managing Editor Edward L. Jamieson. Associate Editor Spencer Davidson sketched Faisal...
...joys of the New England autum. The stentorian monotone of a spectacles professor rings in your ears, and to escape its ghastly sound you head for the nearest refuge, a bar like Charlie's Kitchen, or perhaps the Ha' Penny. Here, back in a dark corner, you can sip your bourbon in peace, watching other hapless souls with different but no less weighty problems...
Nothing is more pleasurable than to sit in the shade, sip gin and contemplate other people's adulteries. While the wormy apple of marriage still lives, the novel will not die. And sure enough, in this summer-weight comedy of hanky-panky in a university town, the apple is a little mushy, but worm and novel are in the best of health...