Word: wagoner
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Next day Genova had no job. A little after that, the milk wagon driver was machine-gunned to death. A little after that, according to Genova, a trucker named William Acosta invited him to dinner, "and he started telling me that he had seen Apples that day and Apples had asked him to set me up ... bring me some place where they could get at me ... So I told him why they were after me. See, the milkman had been killed already at this time. So he said, 'I'm going to say that I missed you, that...
...Ford station wagon rolled slowly through the Brussels traffic, drew up in the Marolles quarter. Three men climbed out: a cleric, a middle-aged official and a young man in a brown raincoat. They looked at the miserable shelter of a rags-and-flowers merchant, walked on through one of the more squalid slums of Europe. In one street they met a group of children. "It's the King!" cried a child. "How do you know it's the King?" "It must be. He has such nice shoes." The children shyly touched the young man's raincoat...
...grandfather came to Oregon for the Hudson's Bay Co. in the 1840s). He was christened James Douglas, but dropped James when he was a youth. Father was a carpenter and young McKay quit high school to help with the family income. He delivered papers, drove a butcher wagon, worked as an office boy for the Union Pacific, ran a small laundry. Worked his way through Oregon State, where he concentrated on agriculture. In 1920 went to work as auto salesman, within two years was sales manager of his firm, then borrowed money to set up his own Chevrolet...
...shuffled their feet and watched Elmer, who was nonchalantly strapping an evil-looking husking hook to his right wrist. At last the speech was over, and Elmer strode into the cornfield. He seized an ear or two, ripped the husks open with his hook and tossed them into the wagon. One of the Frenchmen spat. Then Elmer took off his shirt. "Okay, Thorson," he called to his companion, a onetime Iowa farmboy now clerking at the U.S. Embassy in Paris...
...hybrid corn, grabbing an ear of corn in the left hand, ripping open the husk with the hook, seizing the ear with the right hand, tearing the husk open with the left, snapping the stripped ear off with the right and flipping it against the bang-board of the wagon, all in a single uninterrupted operation. The pair tossed corn with machine-gun precision, hitting the bang-board with a new ear every second or oftener. "Oiyoiyoi, oiyoiyoi!" shrilled one of the astounded French farmers, seizing his spinning head in both hands. When all the corn was husked, everybody gathered...