Word: whiskeys
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Ware said he was shoved into the back seat, and that the Sheriff and Jack Minter drove him to Newton, each taking occasional swigs from a whiskey bottle. Ware then stated that the Sheriff told him to lean his elbows on the front seat and, when he did, was punched in the mouth by Johnson. He was ordered not to lean back in the car, not to let any of the blood dripping from the laceration over his eye fall on the seat...
...courtroom was filled on the first day. Whites crowded the downstairs section, chomping on wads of tobacco and spitting the juice into antebellum spittoons or, if these weren't available, on the floor. The odor of rank whiskey permeated the place. The faces were hard and mean, with thin, sharp noses, suspicious, light-colored eyes, leathery red necks. Above, in the balcony reserved for Negroes, commonly called the "buzard's roost," it was quiet, except for the occasional crying of a baby. Located on the second floor of the grotesque courthouse, which is made of red Geogia clay, the courtroom...
...working in the garden. He seemed very glad to see me. We walked through the garden. This is the queen, he said. She was clipping a rose bush. Oh how do you do, she said. We sat down at a table under a big tree and the king ordered whiskey and soda. We have good whiskey anyway, he said . . . It was very jolly. We talked for a long time. Like all Greeks he wanted to go to America...
...just about the shortest story he ever wrote, Ernest Hemingway 40 years ago described King Constantine and Queen Sophia as they were clinging to the unstable throne of Greece. Last week Constantine's son, King Paul, was also in his gardened palace at Tatoi, outside Athens, and the whiskey was still good. But unlike his father, Paul did not want to go to America. He wanted to go to Britain, and his Premier would not let him, thereby precipitating a first-class political crisis...
...then assumed by Mr. Frank Hewitt Birch, who started from scratch without one word of Greek, sang Mr. Lodge's ingenious music most movingly, especially his lament for the King, and, at expiry of the final performance, fainted back stage. "Cold water on my face and a shot of whiskey in my gullet knocked me to my feet so I could take my bows with the rest of the cast...