Word: taxi
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Died. Harry McElhone, 67, elfin proprietor of Harry's New York Bar, 5 Rue Daunou, Paris; of heart disease; in Garches, France. "Just tell the taxi driver Sank Roo Doe Noo," said Harry, and multitudes of parched, unilingual Americans followed his directions. Taken to fame in the '20s by a quaffeé society that included Ernest Hemingway and F. Scott Fitzgerald, Harry's was the cradle of the International Bar Flies, a loosely knit organization ring-led by the late Columnist O. O. (for Oscar Odd) Mclntyre...
Starting in 1920 as an aerial taxi service for ranchers deep in Australia's barren, blazing outback, Qantas built up a flying-doctor service, hauled emergency well parts, food and anything else settlers wanted. By the 1930s, Qantas had expanded, flying 14-passenger flying boats on a thrice-weekly service to London. But it was only after World War II, in which Qantas' Catalinas did everything from evacuating 24,000 wounded to dropping supplies to besieged Aussie troops, that the line joined the international big league...
...conveyances. Only a few days after he okayed purchase of three Boeing jet 707s for future Administration use on long trips, he pushed the sophisticated reciprocating engine up another notch in utility to Presidents. The helicopter, he proved last week, can be more than his traffic-jumping airport taxi; it makes a fine intercity grasshopper for regular commuting...
...thread's width." But, unhappily for M. Brisson, his readers can remember that only two days ago a Figaro photographer, sent out to photograph Reneé Pleven at his hour of decision, found a more interesting subject in a game of boules being played by a group of taxi drivers, and that his picture made four columns on Figaro's front page...
...week long Louisville was a country carnival, happily clipping the customers. The town belonged to hotelkeepers with five-buck rooms sold out at $25 a flop, to hash houses peddling 60? breakfasts for $2, to taxi drivers with their meters off, charging fat, flat fees. It belonged to loud, lubricated crowds, to light-fingered dips tiptoeing daintily among the juleps. But right up to post time, the 84th running of the Kentucky Derby belonged to a big-barreled California colt named Silky Sullivan (TIME, March...