Word: wining
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Wisdom & Wine. Before the court were the 1953 cases of Dorothy Krueger Smith and Clarice Covert. Mrs. Smith, daughter of wartime Army General Walter Krueger, was found guilty by a court-martial of stabbing her husband, an Army colonel, to death in their quarters in Japan. A court-martial convicted Mrs. Covert of the ax murder of her husband, an Air Force master sergeant, in England. Last year the Supreme Court ruled that their military convictions and life sentences for murder were valid, with Justices Tom Clark, Harold Burton, Stanley Reed. Sherman Minton and John Marshall Harlan in the majority...
...emblazoned with gang names-Vampires, Huns, Tartars-parked their cycles on Main Street and tossed their bedrolls beside Angels Camp's bubbling trout stream. Then they took over the community. They bought all the beer in town (100 cases), buzzed over to neighboring Altaville for more, and for wine. They guzzled fast, tossed empty cans and bottles into gutters. Residents soon found drunks stretched in their doorways. A group trailed a town girl; while one yelled obscenities, the rest of the pack twirled waist chains menacingly to discourage interference. Three of Angels Camp's four bars shut down...
...Dead." One motorcyclist roared down Main Street with a wine-swilling companion on his shoulders; another stood on the saddle of his speeding motorcycle and drained a bottle. Others spaced beer cans along the street, wove in and out on their cycles in an impromptu slalom race; soon the steeliest of the girls stood beside the cans as markers. An Angels Camp policeman darted into the street to pick up the beer cans, retreated amid hoots and catcalls when a cyclist buzzed him. Other gangs organized drag races, reached 50 m.p.h. from standing starts. Some settled for simple horseplay...
...world's greatest-Reports M. G.-M.: "Biff! Bang! And the fight started. They made it up in a nearby bistro. There they consumed a large number of bottles of wine, and exchanged coats several more times . . . Biff! Bang! Wallop! And they were at it again, landing up in the gutter, where they went to sleep, and woke up at dawn to find that they had been robbed...
Even water is lacking to these country poor in the bitter postwar days. The old men smoke potato leaves. Food is a crust smeared with tomato pulp or dipped in hot wine. They hang about for days at the edges of fields hoping for jobs. Their priest begs lentils from door to door. On the Feast of St. Francis, the townspeople leave a hoarded egg white and the thistly cardoon as an offering. As Novelist Rimanelli spells it out, America with its fabulous giobbe (jobs) offers the one hope of earthly release from a doom of sweat, petty theft, envy...