Word: sticked
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...gleaming weapon that makes the new Eisenhower Middle East policy more than words is the U.S. Navy's Sixth Fleet. This is the big stick that the U.S. carries in that troubled area while the President talks softly; it is the Middle East's steel-grey stabilizer, a powerful force of aircraft carriers and atom-armed planes, missile ships, cruisers, destroyers and a Marine amphibious unit that unobtrusively patrols-and controls-that ancient and vital waterway, the Mediterranean...
...stick to their regular-season script, the Panthers should have roared right back in the third quarter. Instead, Bowen fumbled the kickoff. Tech End Wesley Gibbs recovered on the Pitt 37. Until then, the Engineers had tried only one pass and scored a touchdown. They tried another and got a first down. A third got another first down. Then a pitchout to Rotenberry thoroughly flummoxed the Pitt defense, and the score went...
...with airplanes gave him new ideas. He figured that small paper labels attached to the leading edges of the butterflies' wings close to the body instead of on the surfaces would not interfere as much with their flyability. Little by little Dr. Urquhart learned to make the labels stick by cutting small holes in the wing, folding the label over the hole and gluing the paper to itself rather than to the almost adhesive-proof wing. In 1950 and 1951 he tagged 3,000 butterflies, hopefully set them free, and waited for letters responding to the address tags...
...answering the question, "But how make you gentles [i.e., fly larvae] to keep them?" the Arte says: "Of a piece of a beast's liver, hanged in some corner over a pot or little barrel, with a cross stick and the vessel half full of red clay; and as they wax big, they will fall into that troubled clay and so scour them that they will be ready at all times." On the same subject, Walton says: "You may breed and keep gentles thus: take a piece of beast's liver, and with a cross stick hang...
...stories grew directly out of his life. He was born (1876) in rowdy, brawling San Francisco, the illegitimate son of an itinerant Irish astrologer. His mother, abandoned by the stargazer, shot herself (the injury proved slight), and then married John London, a decent man who couldn't stick to any trade and therefore was glamorized by young Jack as "a soldier, trapper, backwoodsman and wanderer." Anyone with such a background might be excused for thinking human nature too complicated to figure out, and London's works-18 novels, 20 collections of short stories, seven nonfiction books, three plays...