Word: swigged
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Drunkometers and other gizmos favored by highway police say that a man is drunk if his breath or blood shows a certain concentration of alcohol. But some men and women get reeling drunk on a couple of drinks while others can swig a fifth and not show it. Also, a man who has been putting away half a dozen highballs every evening for years without batting an eyelash may suddenly find himself getting the staggers after one cocktail...
...cherished Green Mountains might not disappear beneath a new deluge of alcoholic spirits. Vermont Hero Ethan Allen and his hardy band had stormed Fort Ticonderoga smelling of rum; then more and more Green Mountain men were descending "The Fatal Ladder," (see cut) whose first step down was a social swig of hard cider. "Everybody asked everybody to drink," remarked an 1830 observer. "There were drunken lawyers, drunken doctors, drunken members of Congress, drunken ministers." Today, recovered from rum and soberly situated in the middle 20th century, Vermont has begun to worry about a new flood of failings in the grim...
Buccaneer's Rush. With the canvas well primed. Mathieu paused to swig down a frothing glass of Japanese beer while assistants propped the work up against the wall. Then, glaring like a buc caneer about to board ship, he kicked at the debris of brushes, tubes and bottles, plunged one brush into a bowl of white paint, grasped a second brush in his teeth, and rushed at the canvas. A white cross with red outline appeared on one side, a yellow squiggle on the other...
...says Convict Dunlavin, "you'd have to do two of them. It's only the mercy of God I'm not a centipede, sir ... Ah, that's massive, sir. 'Tis you that has the healing hand." The warder turns, and Dunlavin sneaks a great swig from the alcohol bottle. "That's it, sir, thorough does it ... May God reward you, sir, you must be the seventh son of the seventh son of one of the Lees from Limerick on your mother's side maybe. [Drinks again.') Ah, that's the cure...
...with respiratory trouble bustle out of 275 summer villas and 80 hotels and pensions to queue up at the doors of the fountain pavilion. Each curist carries his own graduated glass, which attendants fill to the proper mark with tepid, slightly bubbly, radioactive water. After a gargle or a swig, the patient sits in a tub of water for 25 minutes while compressed air is forced up, gets a massage, wades into a thick fog of water particles, finally inhales some vapors to complete the morning treatment. The afternoon brings more of the same. Specialties elsewhere: bath and poultice, shower...