Word: ate
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...rubber-stamp John L. Lewis' next move in the coal crisis. For three days a small brigade of U.M.W. local officials, whom imperious John L. calls his policy committee, had plumped themselves down in Manhattan hotel rooms (at the union's expense) to wait. They slept, ate, drank, played poker, smoked cigars and just sat-until the boss should deem it appropriate to speak. The three-week coal truce was due to expire midnight...
...fixed prices. There was no unemployment or serious want, but wage and salary earners worked at income levels which smothered incentive: a ship's cook often earned more than a ship's captain; bus drivers, postmen and newspaper reporters got more or less the same pay. Taxes ate away people's earnings. Many imports, especially automobiles, were rationed, leaving popular demand unsatisfied. Thousands of young New Zealanders emigrated to find freer opportunities abroad...
...quickly developed into a major crisis. The Pilgrim Fathers, eager for as many parental restrictions as possible, decreed that all students must eat at a common table, an insistence which plagued administrators for the next 200 years. With Mr. Nathaniel Eaton as the school's entire faculty, students ate in his home. He was charged with serving mostly "porrige and pudding, and that very homely ... without butter or suet." The students maintained they received "hasty pudding with goat's dung in it, and mackerel served with their guts in them." They further claimed, "The swines and they had share...
...idea and wanted "systemized eating to take the place of cafeteria philandering." The Union's suggestion was followed up with a concerted drive to erect a new dining hall on Mt. Auburn Street, which failed when an insufficient number of students reported that they would cat there. Most people ate at clubs or were "eating round...
...usually ate lunch at the Waldorf's Norse Grill, just across the hall, was always greeted effusively by the hatcheck girl ($2 tip), the headwaiter ($3 tip) and the lucky man who served his table. Almost every afternoon he wandered off by himself to see a "pictcha," a lonely figure who sought out movies he hadn't seen before, on Broadway or in the suburbs, without caring whether it was a cowboy film, a thriller, a musical, or good or bad. At dusk, he went to the dimly lighted cocktail lounge of the Madison Hotel, had a maximum...