Word: stripes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...luck to you, my boy," before he took the witness stand. If it were up to him, he said haplessly, in answer to "Zuke" Berman's hypothetical question, his only punishment for a man guilty of the offenses that McKeon was charged with would be to "take a stripe away from him ... I suspect I would have transferred him away for stupidity or for lack of judgment. I would probably have written in his service-record book that on no condition was this sergeant to drill recruits again." General Pate, whatever his intention, seemed to be telling the court...
...gloomy gamblers of the Continent who frequent Monte Carlo's famed Casino are usually content to court fortune with no better equipment than a good-luck charm or an "infallible" system. Three Californians-Jason Lee, 60, Philip Aggie, 37, and Ralph Shaker, 40-were of a more practical stripe. Resolved to beat the American-type craps table at the old Casino, they arrived in Monaco, dropped $35,000 at the table, but returned to the U.S. with a handful of wax impressions of the Casino's dice. A month later, they went back armed for victory...
Where were the lieutenants, captains, majors and colonels who were McKeon's superiors? They are the real culprits. General Pate should have been above placing the blame on a four-stripe sergeant...
...small Jordanian plane rolled to a stop on the tarmac of Nicosia airfield on Britain's island of Cyprus, and from it wearily stepped a small, stooped, grey man in a rumpled brown pin-stripe suit. The man in mufti, scarcely able to hold back his tears, was Lieut. General John Bagot Glubb, 58, for more than a quarter of a century one of the most potent and famous figures of British imperial power in the Middle East. Last week, suddenly and savagely, the Hashemite kingdom of Jordan sacked and shipped off the desert proconsul who had made...
...parts of intelligence and imagination. Like most good poets, Hall knows that. Life is hell, but death is worse. And it is possible that even in an age of anxiety he puts on the hair shirt of guilt more often than is strictly necessary ("I wear-inside-the horizontal stripe"). But Poet Hall is very much alive, and alive to many things. He sings with grace in praise of his native New Hampshire, and he can celebrate his marriage and the birth of his son without seeming mawkish or losing a shred of dignity. A visit to Delphi is fastened...