Word: wheelings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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When I bought my '55 car (one of the Big Three), resplendent in chromium and sea-mist green, I covered the shiny part of the steering wheel with masking tape and painted the wiper arms flat black. A friend told me how to use wet sandpaper to eliminate the glare from the hood over the instrument panel...
...Water Wheel. In short, whites have made themselves the "victims of their own brainwashing." Baldwin fears that "this dishonored past will rise up soon to smite all of us . . .A bill is coming in that I fear America is not prepared to pay." The question of color is a "fearful and delicate problem, which compromises, when it does not corrupt, all the American efforts to build a better world -here, there, or anywhere. It is for this reason that everything white Americans think they believe in must now be re-examined . . . Color is not a human or a personal reality...
...whose job it is to make sure the fighting men have ample ammunition and food. The Indians must rely on units from their unwieldy Army Service Corps, who were never trained to operate at heights of 14,000 feet and over mule paths. In addition to bulldozers and four-wheel-drive trucks, the Indians need mechanical saws that can match the speed of those the Chinese use to cut roads through forests...
Overwhelmed, as I am, by the Protestant ethic and its dour and anal tenets, I felt impaled on an Anglo-Catholic wheel of fire from the moment the titles appeared. The letters (designed by Saul Bass) were all formed from phallic components, decorated with blue vegetable coloring and topped with maraschino cherries. In the background one could make out M. Quouquou and Sr. Picasso rais-Yul Brynner on a flaming cross...
...Republican.) Then he flew to Bay City, marched up and down Washington Avenue, stopped off at a garment factory to shake the hands of the women workers, got back into his plane to head for a round of electioneering in Port Huron. In that city, he slid behind the wheel of a new Rambler and chauffeured a 75-year-old spinster to the polls. On the way, Salesman Romney asked his passenger if she had ever before been in a Rambler. "No," said she with a twinkle, "but I've done quite a bit of rambling in my life...