Word: smoked
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Smoking. The opposition to Dewey collapsed in the face of one question: how can you argue with the people? With Dewey so clearly in front in all public soundings,* to reject him for some other candidate might suggest a picture of sinister men in smoke-filled rooms, defying the will of the people. Tom Dewey's shrewd managers could either afford to sit tight, or had been ordered to, or both. And they did. They staged no preconvention banquets or band concerts. Dewey's No. 1 feminine supporter, tall, grey Ruth Hanna McCormick Simms, occupied inconspicuous basement quarters...
...north, in a long thin funnel, white to greasy green in color, the storm poured through, with thunderous roar and a long trail of smoke like an express train. It hit Joetown, then Oakdale, then swept Pleasant Hill. Fifteen of the 25 houses toppled as if they had been stepped on. Stoves, mattresses and tables poured down onto Route 19. Porches and roofs, caught in the swirl, splashed in the debris of Pleasant Hill, and then the tornado ground on through West Virginia...
...dawn on D-day Saipan looked like a low-lying prehistoric monster whose high, rising spine was Mt. Tapotchau. Already the sugar-mill town of Charan Kanoa was afire or smoking at several points and there was some smoke rising from Garapan from the bombing and shelling of the previous two days. At 5:45 the big guns began-gunfire from 5-inch destroyer to 16-inch battleship shells. Tinian Island, five miles south of Saipan, got its share of shells against artillery emplacements and other targets...
...when I boarded a small boat at 7:45 with a brigadier general and his staff. We rode out to a control vessel to await orders to land. By now the acrid stench of gunpowder was strong, even 3,000 yards offshore in the control boat. A pall of smoke now covered the length of the island, obscuring even Mt. Tapotchau. A shell splashed 150 yards off our bow. Said the captain: "I think we are being sniped...
...attended by her husband, 285-Ib. George Zaharias, onetime heavyweight wrestler who now runs a custom tailoring establishment next door to the Beverly Hills, Calif, shop where Babe sells women's sport clothes. Trailing his wife around the course, Zaharias blew smoke from his cigar to show Babe the wind direction, rewarded her on the winning green with a mighty hug and a bouncing buss...