Word: taxi
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Greece, Harl returned to Provincetown, where, through the years, he has gainfully occupied himself as a fisherman and fish-monger, and latterly, as a coffee grinder. One gathers that he was seriously ill for some time, but this didn't prevent him from driving, for variety's sake, a taxi in New York...
...interested to see in your Oct. 22 issue a picture of a "burning taxi and cremated driver in Hong Kong." I wish to point out a small error in your description in connection with this gruesome picture. Actually, the badly burnt man whose left hand is pinned beneath the burning taxi was one of the rioters and not the taxi driver. The lucky taxi driver managed to fight his way out of the burning car and later out of the hostile crowd of rioters. I also had a very close shave that day at the same spot. I blundered into...
Charity in a Taxi. County boards decide who gets the food on the basis of income or special need, and issue certification cards. But after the institutions and regular welfare recipients who automatically qualify, the definition of "needy" becomes surprisingly liberal. In Pennsylvania this year, free food worth $5,000,000 went to striking steelworkers. Drought and disaster areas also benefit from free Government food, and even counties that have had good crops for years share equally in the program with their less prosperous neighbors...
...violence gradually changed complexion. The crowds began singling out foreigners. Europeans were dragged from their cars, beaten mercilessly while their cars were burned. By the morning of the second day, blood lust was running high. Along Kowloon's broad Nathan Road some rioters overturned and fired a taxi bearing Swiss Vice Consul Fritz Ernst and his wife. The escaping driver fell into the arms of the mob, who doused him with gasoline and cremated him on a bed of bubbling asphalt. The Ernsts escaped, but Mrs. Ernst died of burns 48 hours later...
...sister's side on her great day?" and joined uncles and cousins of bride and groom across the wire from Fatma's house. They watched Fatma in her white organdy dress and thick rosy makeup as she was escorted to a waiting taxi, its roof piled high with eiderdowns and gold-embroidered pillows. Then, as the taxi moved off, preceded by the bridegroom's party and followed by Fatma's friends, the divided village began to sing and dance and clap hands. "Why don't you have the feast on our side?'' shouted...