Word: telegraphed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sculptures for $1,200 apiece; another offers homemade relishes and jams, chi na eggs, wooden jigsaw puzzles and stuffed animals. Both are florists. The wide variety of their merchandise illustrates how the nation's 22,000 retail florists are branching out. Last week the 11,600-member Florist Telegraph Delivery Association (which is changing its name to Florist Transworld Delivery to give itself a more international image) voted at its convention in San Francisco to permit its members to sell by wire just about anything they want...
Tune-Swept reported home three-quarters of a length before the mare Good Jane, owned by the Estate of W. J. Beattie, who closed with a rush on the outside. --The Morning Telegraph, August...
Last week the Times Sunday magazine ran another notable dissent-this time from an outsider, Henry Fairlie, British political analyst for the Spectator and the Daily Telegraph. Fairlie suggested that the U.S. is a benevolent, modern-day empire entrusted with peacekeeping in the world whether it likes the idea or not. "No empire," said Fairlie, "can contract and hope to survive. It must either be strenuously maintained or disintegrate. No empire, it follows, can selectively withdraw from its frontiers without inviting another empire to advance. America cannot abandon her responsibilities in any one part of the world without sacrificing them...
...defendant was the one corporate entity that many Americans would give their digit-dial Princesses to see haled into court: the telephone company. On behalf of Client Garrett, Attorney Garrett was suing the Pacific Telephone & Telegraph Co. The specifics were a little vague, but they amounted to a charge of continued harassment over a period of four years. Attorney Garrett had only one witness-himself...
Miller's hero, as usual, is called Henry Miller. As usual, he works by day hiring messengers for the Cosmococcic Telegraph Co., while by night, he foozles about Manhattan. He meets Mara, the beautiful dance-hall girl. Zap. He weaves home to his wife. Zap. Back to Mara. Zap, zap, zap. An old girl friend and her roommate. Certainly. Then a girl in a restaurant. And so it zaps, until the reader wishes that either Writer Miller or Hero Miller had spent an occasional evening playing bridge...