Word: whiffs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...white phosphorous shells that burn a man to the bone, the temporarily disabling gases used in Viet Nam seem more humane than horrible. But the words "gas warfare" and "experimenting" stirred macabre memories. There was the afternoon of April 22, 1915, when German infantrymen gave the world its first whiff of poison-gas warfare by sending a huge, grey-green cloud of noxious chlorine rolling over two French divisions in the trenches at Ypres, killing 5,000, incapacitating 10,000, and cutting a 31-mile swath in Allied lines. There were the later bar rages of phosgene, chloropicrin, and particularly...
RAGGED BUT RIGHT! (Vanguard) shows how country music and bluegrass sound after they go to college and move to the city. The three young Greenbriar Boys are lively, technically superb, sometimes jazzy and even in tune as they range from the old-timey Take a Whiff on Me, otherwise known as the Cocaine Blues, to A Minor Breakdown, an original by the Greenbriar banjoist...
Aber natürlich! When Christian Democrats from the city of Bonn convene next month to select their candidate for the 1965 West German Parliamentary elections, they are expected to nominate the freshest whiff of springtime that ever wafted up the Rhine from Cologne: Konrad Adenauer, 89. Der Alte has been telling cronies that his idea of a hobby for those sunset years would be a back bench of the Bundestag for the term that ends...
...black beard. "I have bad control," Fidel Castro apologized to the catcher as he lobbed a few warmup pitches across the plate for dear old Oriente province. And covering second base was brother Raúl, head of Cuba's armed forces. Then it was batter-up, and whiff-whiff-whiff, the boys were breaking their backs trying to hit that roundhouse curve. By the end of the first inning, it was Fidel's team 14, the opposition 0. Moments later, the game dissolved...
...like that during much of the Easter weekend at Lyndon Johnson's ranch outside Johnson City. The President may exude slow-spoken, sobersided sincerity during his public appearances in Washington. But let him get a whiff of a spring-fresh Texas range dotted with cattle and Angora goats, and suddenly he comes on like a cross between a teen-age Grand Prix driver and a back-to-nature Thoreau in cow boy boots...