Word: piperisms
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...quiet, predawn hours of Dec. 7, 1941, the U.S.S. Ward, a 23-year-old, four-piper destroyer, rolling back to Pearl Harbor from a routine patrol, picked up a startling report from a minesweeper: a mysterious object, possibly a submarine, had been detected in the darkness to the west. From the skipper's cabin, Lieut. William W. Outerbridge, nervously proud of his first full command, hurried out to direct a search. Finding nothing, he gave the order to secure from general quarters, went back to sleep...
...draw spectators. . . . The old method was most satisfactory to all parties; the public was gratified by a procession ; the criminal was supported by it." He had no patience with music: "It gives me no ideas, Sir, and prevents me thinking about my own." "Pray, who is Bach, a piper?" In his last years he became asthmatic and dropsical, admitted that he was desperately afraid of being "one of those who shall be damned." "What do you mean by damned?" asked his doctor. "Sent to Hell, sir, and punished everlastingly," roared Johnson. He would glance fearfully at the dial...
...five airy, soaring bridges. (The sixth, St. Margaret, was reported wrecked by a premature explosion, killing 1,500 persons.) The rich and the fearful were streaming toward Austria. The kávéházak (coffee houses) were shuttered and gypsy music was still. Budapest was paying the piper...
...celebrated "Red Ball" truck highway across France, Piper Cubs at low altitude now patrol the roads, radio the nearest salvage depot when they spot a breakdown. Behind the fighting lines, the "cannibalizing" of tanks and guns (piecing together new units from dismantled wrecks) has been put on an assembly-line basis. But even miracles have their limits: there came a point where the supply miracle had been stretched to the snapping point. Organization and improvisation had done their utmost. The Allied armies slowed down, stopped...
...through on a Monday morning, but we must descend at last. At least that's the theory of our very dear pharmacists' male friend (the eye specialists you know). In his rotund manner, thrusting, the creosote gun down our throat he says "You've danced, now pay the piper" and pulls the trigger...