Word: truckful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...business trip. As a close friend, he was at Truman's side from the minute he took over in the White House. It was Good Friend Ed McKim who, when the Trumans moved from their apartment to Blair House, gathered up their bric-a-brac, rode on a truck with it to the White House...
...border. At 2 a.m. Thursday he sent an envoy to ask Swiss authorities to grant asylum to his wife, Donna Rachele, and their children. The Swiss emphatically declined. About 6 a.m. Mussolini sneaked northward presumably in the hope of reaching Germany. According to one report he joined a German truck convoy trying unsuccessfully to disguise himself in a German officer's overcoat. He was spotted near Dongo and held for arrest...
...Mexico, but to judge from the pictures he paints, it might as well be the Mountains of the Moon. He calls his paintings Spatiales, Gyras, Tellurins, Erouns, Aerogyls and Cosmogones. They look it. Wolfgang Paalen, a shy, high-domed man of 37, an Austrian count, will have no truck with organized surrealism and abstractionism; they are too literary and cold for his taste...
Sprigle changed his name to Alois Vondich, shaved off his moustache, bought a 69? cap, and smoked stogies whenever any black marketeer was looking. He got himself an old truck, and a "partner" who knew something about meat. Within three weeks he had bought from wholesalers (at about double the ceiling prices) nearly 1,300 pounds of beef, 176 pounds of veal, 250 pounds of smoked hams and pork shoulders, 225 pounds of bacon. A ton of meat was his goal, and he made it-without ever paying a red point. To show it could be done, he also bought...
...Evoe! Evoe! Dionysus!" Inhabitants of the haughty International Settlement regarded the Mission area at South Gate as a cross between the frontier and a zoo. The so-called "honey-boats" drifted slowly down the neighboring canal, carrying Shanghai's human excrement to the truck farms. The dusty road was always filled with grunting pigs on their way to slaughter. Under the willow trees old Chinese lay dozing, waiting for their daily lunch of sparrows to get stuck on the bird-limed twigs...