Word: tweeds
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...missilemen contemplate Ben Schriever, a tomorrow's man who often runs his command post in a grey flannel suit or tweed sports coat and slacks, who decorates his command post with an impressionistic oil painting of the U.S.'s first liquid-fuel rocket superimposed upon a plumed Chinese war rocket supposedly used by the Kin Tartars at the seige of Kaifeng (12321,* they recognize him as tomorrow's man. "Discerning, thinking leader . . . outstanding and extremely tenacious manager ... he has a big project concept" they say, adding that they "have great regard for his motivations." For Ben Schriever...
...newspapers: "S.O.S., S.O.S. to all Scotsmen . . . Let us prove that Scotsmen can fight for their precious heritage." To 1,000 crofters of both faiths at a mass meeting. Father Morrison stated the case: importing "9,000 aliens" (4,000 soldiers and their families) would wreak havoc with the livestock, tweed, seaweed and egg-packing industries. Said he: "The range will have to be built over our dead bodies." When the Air Ministry showed no disposition to re-roost its rockets, 16 crofters flew to England to harass the aliens on TV. Last week Father Morrison began talking ominously...
...could forget our low marks and miserable social life if we could get to Yale and buy a genuine tweed jacket, a pipe, and a superior attitude. Not only that, but the professor who made the suggestion said we could "renew old high school friendships," which would be marvelous especially since we've avoided them for some time now. But we're told that Yale is a friendly school where people talk to each other or if they don't they can exchange knowing looks...
...only should our dress and speech improve considerably, but our social status should climb enormously. But we are worried that when we get to Yale we may not be socially acceptable, as we've been told at several Harvard-Yale football games (by young men with pipes, tweed jackets, and superior attitudes) that we were not shoe. This word has puzzled us for some time, but if we get to Yale we would no doubt learn very quickly. Won't it be grand to be a shoe, or is it shue...
...factory where wages were worse than working conditions and the boss beat his wife. But even the most wishful of modern day dreamers cannot avoid thinking that a union leader is a paunchy, jowelled man with a cigar in his right fist and a Madison Avenue lawyer in a tweed suit at his left elbow...