Word: coding
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...dimensions of all the cup defenders; so does her 12-ft. beam and her 70 ft. of overall length. Her sails are of Terylene (British equivalent of Dacron), and her running rigging is of the same material (with each rope dyed according to a quick-handling color code-blue, green, white, red or yellow). Below decks, even her plumbing is of synthetic Polythene, instead of copper, to save weight...
...within his code, a gentle man, beloved by officers and crew. His sailors were "brave fellows" and a "band of brothers." Nelson set a good table and a stern example. That he lived to save Europe from Napoleon is something of a miracle, and British Biographer Warner (a naval buff from the time he sat at Caius College, Cambridge, beneath a portrait of Nelson's father) has shown a hagiographer's diligence in turning over the records of England's seagoing lay saint...
...last week, two years and 55 days after he forcefully spelled out this rigid code at his press conference, the President of the U.S. stepped soberly before 257 newsmen with a sheaf of 5-in.-by-7-in. cards in his hands. On the cards was typed, in extra big size, a new statement. As he read, licking a finger now and then to dislodge the cards from the stack, the President boomed the words out in bass tones. "The intense publicity lately surrounding the name of Sherman Adams makes it desirable, even necessary, that I start this conference with...
...actors could go on impersonating scientific types only if the words "A Dramatization" were superimposed on the pitch for at least ten seconds. Advertisers obliged-but the caveat in print proved to have little meaning for most viewers, according to the N.A.B. Last week the N.A.B. again revised its code, in effect unfrocked TV's men and women in white. Henceforth, ruled the N.A.B., all doctors, dentists or nurses appearing in commercials must really be doctors, dentists or nurses...
...black night of rain squalls rolling up from the southeast, the vanguard of the 21st biennial Newport-to-Bermuda yacht race boiled past the finish line off St. David's Head in a swirl of windy confusion. Busy skippers forgot to flash their sail numbers in code to the race committee, and their boats slid by in the gloom, unrecognized and unrecorded. To compound the chaos, a few pessimists figured that they had failed to fetch the line, came about and crossed it again. Not until they had suffered through an hours-long session did frantic officials make sense...