Word: whiff
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Sweet Smell of Success. In Olympia, Wash., wrung out after an all-night vigil at a maternity hospital, proud father John Arends bent to kiss his wife as she was wheeled from the delivery room, caught a lingering whiff of ether, passed out cold on the concrete floor, was rushed to emergency for eight stitches in his face, repairs to two broken teeth...
Subject of his observation: the beautiful, slightly mysterious "woman with a past" who appears, unannounced, amid the pastel parasols of a fashionable resort, bringing with her a whiff of evil−that exquisite cliche beloved by turn-of-the-century authors from Tolstoy to Henry James. She has now been revived by a determinedly anonymous author, in an engaging and disturbing period piece. The lady is called Madame Solario, and her setting is Lake Como...
...come to grips with many others." Whenever the 84th got too blatantly political, it was slapped ba-k. The Presi dent made his veto stick on the Southern-Democratic-sponsored natural gas bill, al though he was "in accord with its basic objectives," because he got a strong whiff of "arrogant" lobbying (TIME...
...Britain, military and political leaders are openly discussing drastic readjustments in the armed forces based on the new weaponry, e.g., possible abolition of the Royal Air Force Fighter Command as the day of missiles draws closer (see FOREIGN NEWS). In the U.S. a whiff of a plan formulated by Chairman Arthur Radford of the Joint Chiefs to cut the U.S. armed forces by 800,000 men over the next four years caused a press uproar last fortnight (TIME, July 23). In the absence of open Pentagon discussion, U.S. moves in Britain's direction were best visible last week...
...Durban thought that garlic might help. A Londoner suggested tying a horse under the wing. "Bees," he wrote, "don't like the smell of horses, but wrap him carefully so he won't get stung." A local housewife urged the airline to give the bees a good whiff of bruised lemontree leaves. C.A.A.'s chief pilot decided on more drastic action. Taking his place at the controls, he flew skyward to 17,000 ft., bumped, banked and looped-but when he got down again, the busy bees were still happily humming in the wing...