Word: stucke
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...stepped on the suede foot of the woman behind him, but the "pardon me" got stuck in his throat as he found himself face to face with a yellow sweatered Norma. "Hold hands with me?" he pleaded silently. She didn't. She smiled and asked if he knew Bill Thompson in Kirkland House. Vag did. "Remember me to him, will you? He'll remember me." He didn't want to move on, but the eyes of woman No. 53 said hurry. "He sure will," Vag called back toward the yellow sweater. She was too busy with No. 53 to hear...
...Curiosity forced him to look down the row of tables at the prone women. He winced. Why were they all clenching their fists? Pain? But they told me . . . Vag looked up into the soft face in the hard white uniform. It surprised him when he saw a black pipe stuck in the crook of his arm and a slow red flow into the bottle. "Open and close your fist," she said, "it acts as a pump. Vag pumped, and turned to watch the red line rise with each motion of his hand. He stared at the white ceiling. Open, close...
...reporter stuck in Cairo wants to get to the front, he has to fly. The British didn't have a plane available when I wanted to go, but the Americans had dozens-so I was told by the handsome American major who runs that part of the show. Mind you, I don't think this was deliberate, but when I missed the plane, through no fault of his, and came trailing back to the hotel in the evening, dirty and disappointed, it was probably only coincidence that the major was sitting in the lobby having a pink...
...Stuck. All week Lieut. General Kenneth A. N. Anderson's First Army had been stuck in the mud. The cold and fog of a North African December hung over Tunisia and torrential rains made quagmires of the few roads that threaded the mountains. The Allies were still trying to move supplies up, still trying to equip advanced airdromes as fighter bases...
Back in the '80's some indifferent Yardster referred idly to the growing institution on Garden Street as the "Harvard Annex," and that name stuck for years, faintly indicative of the vague scorn with which undergraduates looked on their feminine associates. Somehow Radcliffe never started; it just grew. One day in 1879 there were some girls getting instructed by Harvard teachers. After a while they were a college, and now that college is Radcliffe, and puts on plays with the HDC. In the intervening years poor Radcliffe has come to be a synonym for all that is unattractive in women...