Word: teething
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...repeal the Taft-Hartley Act. Like the filibuster battle, the measure reflected the Administration's stubborn scorn of compromise. After 3½ weeks of hearings and haggling, New Dealing Chairman Elbert D. Thomas reported it out exactly the way the White House had recommended. It drew the teeth of the Taft-Hartley Act and reinstated the Wagner Act with a few minor changes. Republicans in committee had tried to offer some amendments, but Thomas' Democratic majority had turned down every one, reporting the bill out on a straight 8-to-5 party vote. Vermont's mild George...
...nameless blacktop road. It has 500 depositors, $707,000 in deposits and assets, and five directors, most of them retired farmers, all but one, members of the same family. It is the sort of crib that "Pretty Boy" Floyd could crack while sucking tomato seeds from between his teeth...
...every man to his own taste. - Did not Dr. Kunastrokius, that great man, at his leisure hours, take the greatest delight imaginable in combing of asses' tails, and plucking the dead hairs out with his teeth, though he had tweezers always in his pocket? ... De gustibus non est disputandum" - Laurence Sterne, in Tristram Shandy As far as many U.S. citizens are concerned, biting asses' tails, as a leisure occupation, is not much more inexplicable than a lively taste for modern art, especially if it is abstractionist art. What's more - as Washington's Corcoran Gallery...
...Teeth. The American Dental Trade Association, which includes makers & sellers of tooth-pulling instruments, faced a little painful dentistry itself. The Federal Trade Commission charged its 144 members with price-fixing and restraint of trade. A.D.T.A. said the charges were "reckless and unfair...
Corporal Charlie Shuttleworth is grinding his teeth with anguish over his wife ("the cow!") who "jacked me in for a civvy"; Major Maddison is exulting as his platoon-in-training comes crashing through a barbed-wire obstacle with blood running from their face scratches (and he furtively pins a putative medal to his chest in the secrecy of his room); Colonel Pothecary, a plain man, stumbles warmheartedly through his announcement of the invasion: "Well, my lads. This is it. At last. You know, I'm damned if I know what to say to you . . . Eat when...