Word: thirsted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week Lou Diamond's peaceful, foamy world was threatened: the post-exchange staff was taking off its first day in months for a picnic, and no beer would be sold at Parris Island for a whole day. Lou's roars of outraged thirst reverberated through the battalions, reached the post exchange just in time. Eventually the picnic went off swimmingly with endless free beer. Special last-minute guest: Master Gunnery Sergeant Diamond...
...original purpose of serving salty items such as pretzels, peanuts and potato chips was to create a thirst. . . . With the whiskey shortage, this type of snack should definitely be eliminated...
...staggers southward through sand and heat. Fuel and water run short. The crew picks up first a mixed batch of English and Empire men, later a Sudanese soldier (Rex Ingram) and his Italian prisoner (J. Carrol Naish), finally an arrogant young Nazi ace (Kurt Krueger). Half dead with thirst, this military mixed grill at last reaches an abandoned well, finds a choked dribble of water. There, as they die off one by one, the Allied men manage through a series of improbable strata-ferns and heroisms to hold off and capture an entire German battalion...
This story is told so expertly, detail by detail, that the whole unlikely affair seems believable. More than that-it often approximates hard and honest facts about war and about people. In the routine war melodrama it is always an American prisoner who, faint with thirst, scornfully refuses to yield information while an enemy officer drinks his fill and tosses the surplus into the sand. Here, the situation is reversed. Sahara rings dozens of such changes on old formulas, and in their simple way they make more hard sense pictorially than most documentaries...
Last week Butte, like other U.S. communities, was busy about its bustling, wartime present. The mines were going at their fullest blast since the depression, Butte's 300 saloons still worked nightily to quench its thirst, the girls of its ' Venus Alley" still sat in front of their cribs as did those of oldtime Galena Street, its cuisine still ranged from fried bear steak to Cornish pastries, its inhabitants still quarreled in some 30 different languages and dialects. In war as in peace, Butte was still a mining camp, still one of the rowdiest towns...