Word: winch
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...Adams House Drama Society pushed every button, pulled every level, manipulated every winch and pulley that the Loeb Pleasure Palace houses in its bottomless toy box, in an immense and elaborate hymn to tedium. Peer Gynt fell--like the silly feathered pig which makes an agonizing descent from the rafters (while the actors stand and star, speechless)--with a long long, oh so long thud. (Three long hours...
...command what's known in sailor talk as a "baldheaded schooner." His mission: sail across about 1,000 nautical miles of Jap-infested ocean in a walloping window blind madmanned by a crew that thinks a boom is a noise, makes improper advances to the ship's winch, can't tell gimbals from a department store, and couldn't sail a pea pod in a porringer...
...brightly colored parachute, dead ahead at 16,000 ft. Under his fuselage, in an inverted V, hung twin 38-ft. booms; between them, trapeze-fashion, stretched a nylon rope and a grappling hook with which Mitchell hoped to foul the cords of Discoverer's parachute, snag its canopy. Winch operators would then take over, reel the dangling capsule into the plane. At 12,000 ft. Mitchell made a pass-and missed by a breathtaking 6 in. The parachute continued its float down. Mitchell made another pass at it at 10,000 ft., but brought his Cng in too high...
From there it is often smuggled by ship to Hong Kong, e.g., concealed in a crate of oranges or hidden inside the cable drum of a deck winch. Hong Kong's more than 150,000 dope addicts require an estimated 40 tons of opium a year, and though British narcotic agents search all arriving planes and boats, they seldom recover as much as 1½ tons of opium annually...
...There Magnus Andersen, 41, a stocky, white-haired Norwegian, stood by with a 12-ft. steam-driven saw. "The winch pulls head right dead in front of my saw," as Andersen describes his work. "I say 'Woh!' when the part I want for first cut is opposite my blade. It is just behind the middle of head. I turn down saw, zuff-zuff, then I stop saw. nip in quick and grab the gland-messy purple and hard like rock-on edge of brain. I grab, twist and pull like hell...