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Word: smokes (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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Everything lay under an acrid fog of blue smoke let off by the torches and flares. The assembled marching firemen. Cars hanging with streamers, pasted with signs. Banner-strung lamp posts. Photographers. Motorcycle policemen. Loudspeaker trucks. The crowds were restless. It was time...

Author: By David M. Farquhar, | Title: The Penultimate Ha | 10/24/1958 | See Source »

Just after zero, the blast burst down into the undulating swamp fog; there came a cloud of fiery gold that swept smoke and flame into eddying billows. As the rocket rose roaring, 100 newsmen cheered from the observation post a mile away, and down on the nearby beaches men, women and children, camped out in tents, told each other that this was a night to remember...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SPACE: A Few Seconds on Infinity | 10/20/1958 | See Source »

...White Smoke. Two ballots are taken each morning and afternoon in the Sistine Chapel. No cardinal may vote for himself, and a two-thirds majority, plus one vote, is necessary for election. Outside the chapel, open discussion and open lectioneering are permitted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: The Succession | 10/20/1958 | See Source »

Outside the Vatican, crowds will wait expectantly, eyes fixed on a spindly stovepipe that juts from a wall of the Sistine hapel. Reason: ballots are burned with damp straw-which makes black smoke-when votes are inconclusive, burned alone -which causes white smoke-after a Pope has been chosen. After the deciding vote, he Pope-elect is asked simply: "Acciptasne -lectionem? [Do you accept the election?]." His solemn answer: "Accepto...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: The Succession | 10/20/1958 | See Source »

...says. "Well, they used the phosgene, what I got; and chlorine; and the mustard gas shells mixed in with the regular barrage. You could tell when one hit, because it only made a kind of pouff! and then you'd see a mushroom spreading along the ground, like that smoke over there. Only there wasn't anywhere to run at the Wheatfields. I was lucky it wasn't mustard. The mustard ate you in pieces...

Author: By W.e. Wilson, | Title: The Wheatfield | 10/8/1958 | See Source »

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