Word: stiff
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Administration's agencies or policies, ever since he studied it at Littauer in 1940. So far, he has not made much of an impression on the Army Engineers. Once, after a lecture on the Corps, in which he attacked a General Robbins, Maass was approached by a tall, stiff gentleman in civilian clothes who turned out to be another general. "You said some awful hard things about Tom Robbins," the general said. "He's one of the sweetest men I know...
When aircraft carriers of the U.S. Navy make ready to launch their planes, they turn into the wind and steam at high speed. But even with a stiff breeze whipping across the flight deck, attack bombers and jet fighters often need a large and cumbersome catapult to boost them up to flying speed. And on a hot, calm day, the thrust of this giant slingshot is barely enough to toss them aloft...
...trucks keep up a constant exchange of baby chicks for fattened broilers. After a final 36 hours of heavy feeding, the broilers are hung on a moving belt in Jewell's processing plant and killed, plucked, cleaned and rolled into a tunnel, where they are frozen stiff for shipping by a blast of 30-below-zero wind at 40 m.p.h. Jewell wastes little of the chicken. From the insides he makes soap oils and "tankage," which goes back into feed. From feathers he makes fertilizer...
...dead colleague, Guy Nash. Nash had never told them about his marriage to a lovely Greek girl; he had always described his mother and father to Passmore as "little less than monsters." Passmore soon finds they are a lot better than that. Mr. Nash is a gentleman, stiff but witty; Mrs. Nash is generous-hearted, and undeceived about human nature. They take so warmly to Passmore and their son's widow that Passmore begins to understand the barrier of misunderstanding that separated the parents from their spoiled son. Newby tells his decent, civilized story effortlessly and well...
...days later, in the drab green patients' dayroom of the Naval Hospital, red-eyed mothers stood beside stiff-backed menfolk in their Sunday best for the grimmest inquest in local history. "You have seen Body No. 1?" the coroner asked one couple. "Yes." "Were his full names Raymond Peter Cross?" "Yes." "Was he aged eleven years?" "Yes." "Thank you. Will you sign here?" And so it went. Trained nurses led a stream of weeping witnesses in & out of the room. Alone and unnoticed at the back stood Driver Samson, twisting his cap round & round in his hands, speaking...