Word: spit
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Officialdom had done its best. On Ickes' plea and advice to learn to spit straight, Federal agencies donated spittoon mats; the Senate threw in 500, the House, 1,200. Others had done yeoman work: national committees tried new ballyhoo; uniformed Boy Scouts stood long hours at service stations begging motorists to give up rubber mats from rear compartments; the American Legion staged drives; women's clubs formed telephone brigades; appeals were made to crowds at ball games. But all this was far from enough. Too many Americans had not bothered to rummage their houses for rubber...
When British planes arrive over Greece to bomb Nazi submarine bases, there are still hundreds of Greeks who go to the rooftops. There they cheer and sing-and spit down at the despised Italian carabinieri who shoot up at them. On March 25, Greek Independence Day, the tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Athens was piled high with flowers during the night...
Tired, old, the Marblehead throbbed as she gathered speed and the sky spewed Jap bombers. Over & over again they came. On the deck of the Marblehead a bomb smashed home. She heeled, shuddered, spit flames from her shattered deck. Her quartermaster sang out: "Steering gear's gone...
...Body plant at Flint. Thickset, horny-handed Bud Goodman is converting the plant 100% to tanks. He welds them by a new process that saves four-fifths of the machining time, bends them into shape on 480-ton presses, maneuvers them on 30-ton jigs like ducks on a spit. As the new assembly lines spring to life, Bud Goodman trots around them so swiftly he seems always to be jumping out from under his hat; he peers at his machinery like a farmer eyeing his land. He knows his men down to their latest babies, his machines...
West of the U.S. naval base at St. John's, Newfoundland, a long spit of land juts southwest toward the islands of St. Pierre and Miquelon. Lieut. Commander Ralph Hickox, skipper of the elderly flush-deck destroyer Truxtun, knew he was somewhere near the end of the spit, but he could not see. The wind was blowing more than 60 miles an hour and low-flying scud dropped the visibility toward zero. The Truxtun ran aground. So did the naval supply ship Pollux. The waves, pounding in like sledgehammers to the base of a 200-ft. cliff, began...