Word: stinger
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Allies (see above), one of Britain's leading economists advanced a notable plan to strengthen Britain's internal economy, to help pay for the war while it is being fought, to help smooth the economic bumps which must be felt when it is over. Author was "The Stinger in the Triple Bromide"-Economist John Maynard Keynes, who, as a member of the Economic Advisory Council and secretary of the Royal Economic Society, frequently stimulates the thinking of Britain's financial triumvirate: Chancellor of the Exchequer Sir John Simon, Governor Montagu Norman of the Bank of England...
...Stinger. Painting and sculpture have remained the Museum's most popular promotions, but its architectural department has had probably more influence on U. S. design. Budgeted at practically nothing during the first years, in 1932 it held the first decent U. S. exhibition of the so-called "International Style" (also the first of 68 exhibitions which the Museum has circulated out of Manhattan). In 1934 it attacked Housing with such vigorous exhibits as an actual tenement room, complete with cockroaches. The Museum's architectural notes and shows have in general packed more sting than any others...
...gravy and beer spots on the Vagabond's suit. That'll hold him for a while--maybe kill him. The Vagabond relaxes: let's see, history review today. Damn, action again. The wasp-hornet breezes out of the closet, squats on the bowl of a pipe, sharpens up his stinger with his hind legs, hums contentedly to himself...
...best girl. Bored, he revs up his motor and decides to leaves. He mistakes the mirror for a window and is quite some shaken up by the minor crackup which ensues. Then, having been aroused, he changes instantly from a disturbance into a menace. He runs out his stinger to full length and charges the bed in a blind rage. The Vagabond retreats under the covers; he is in no mood to fight. Overhead he hears the motor drone round and round. This little thimbleful of winged poison is not fooling; he doesn't seem to care who he attacks...
...desperation, the Vagabond takes a deep breath, flings off the covers, flails his arms wildly, skids on the rug, reverses his field beautifully, and slams the door behind him gratefully. Outside, he quiets his throbbing pulse and takes careful inventory. Unscathed. The little devil never laid a stinger on him. He finished his sleep uncomfortably on the sofa...