Word: wing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...topic of the evening was chosen by the central committee of the nation wide Republican Open Forum, organized by the Stassen wing of the Republican Party, for discussion in all the local branches during the month of January...
...minority aboard it, as always, were the sobersided, skilled skiers, usually in well-worn clothes. They did their best to ignore the "snow bunnies"-the partying, dressed-to-kill wing of the amateurs. Snow bunnies had a habit of weaving off the snow, and often went tumbling downhill like Jack & Jill...
...first full postwar year see any realization of the bright, Cellophaned dreams that had been projected for it. Almost everything that was made had a prewar look. Even the Air Age, which alone got a wing through the door, failed to come through. U.S. planes circled the globe-and brought back red ink for most of the companies that flew them. Typical of the year's disappointment were the millions of ball-point pens, all of which looked like the very latest thing, but many of which would not write...
Disaster struck in a finger snap. The sleek, shiny Constellation tumbled drunkenly across a swampy, weed-covered islet on an arm of the Fergus River not two miles from the airfield. The left wing struck first, then the nose, which broke off and threw the pilot and copilot clear. The rest of the plane hurtled on, scattering its guts, plowing a deep rut in the mushy land. Watchers on Rineanna heard a thunderous crash as the Star hit, saw the flare of the gasoline.fire reach high into the night...
...Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers. * Sample quote of 1946: "The American eagle sits on his perch, a large strong bird with formidable beak and claws. There he sits, motionless, and Mr. Gromyko is sent every day to prod him with a sharp sickle, now on his beak, now under his wing, now in his tail feathers. All the time the eagle keeps quite still. But it would be a great mistake to suppose that nothing is going on inside the breast of the eagle. I venture to give this friendly hint to my old wartime comrade, Marshal Stalin...