Word: workman
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...tried the locked doors of the darkened house, inspected'the yard until their flashlights' beams came to a cluster of wilting yellow chrysanthemums by the back porch. Shoveling the flowers aside, the agents started digging. As the sun came up, they stopped and waited until a workman, Claude James, came along the street. They gave him a job: digging for the body of six-year-old Bobby Greenlease, murdered by kidnapers who had planted the chrysanthemums over his grave...
...first mass-production orders in the Civil War, when it supplied all the soap for the Union armies of the West. Then, one day in 1875, a forgetful workman made a mistake that was to mold the company's future: he left his soap-mixing machine running during lunch hour, thus turned out a batch of soap full of tiny air bubbles. It seemed a dreadful mistake, but somehow the batch got out of the factory...
...Marshal Sir Basil Embry, 51, will take over, under Juin, the Allied Air Forces of Central Europe. Sir Basil, a jovial, able daredevil, was shot down in France in World War II, escaped by knocking out three German guards, walked and cycled across France in workman's clothes, watched Hitler enter Paris, in all was captured three times, escaped three times. Once, posing as an Irish patriot, he was challenged to speak Gaelic, fooled the Germans by a flood of Urdu, which he had learned in India. Back in combat, Embry took on a series of missions, once dive...
...seemed to, shortly before the Queen was to appear. A hoarse command went up, and a bright red ribbon seemed suddenly to unroll along both edges of the Mall-the guardsmen, still beneath their big black bearskins, had doffed their raincapes by the numbers. The thousands cheered. A workman somehow got onto the Mall on a bicycle, pedaled incongruously past, tipping his hat from side to side in Chaplinesque solemnity while the crowd cheered...
...short-story writers usually probe into the remote corners of the heart. Preferably the heart should be broken, guilty or sick, but at the very least it must be troubled. One of the finest heart specialists now practicing in U.S. short fiction is Jean Stafford. A meticulous workman, she makes no quack's diagnosis, and the cases she has taken on have been few. Her favorites make up the table of contents of Children Are Bored on Sunday, and most of these stories are calculated to engage the heart of any reader...