Word: plasterers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...does the electronic voice penetrate plaster when human voices don't? Sound engineers offer several reasons. The ordinary give-and-take of human conversation varies greatly in its volume level, but the announcer touting jet travel and the interview lady spouting praise at an author are merciless in their demand for attention. They sound as loud as someone addressing a meeting, which, after all, is what they are doing. Furthermore, for obscure sociological reasons, the cheaper the radio, the louder it is played. And a radio's ability to make the tables and walls it touches vibrate along...
...water for man and beast during the hot summer when no rain fell, they carved enormous cisterns in the rock and made them watertight with many layers of plaster. These cisterns still exist by the thousands and are only waiting to be cleaned out. Glueck considers them more dependable than the common Israeli pipelines, which can be cut by Arab saboteurs...
...Capralos threw back the Elgin marbles: "You rich Englishmen have stolen the whole frieze of the Parthenon! How dare you protest when a poor Greek takes a sheet of your paper?" During World War II, Capralos made his own warring frieze a 135-ft. by 33-ft. monument, in plaster relief, to the Greek repulse of the Italian army in the Pindus Mountains No one bought...
...wheyfaced priests at St. Jude's, "moving knowingly from the book to the cruets," seem to be "a million light years" away from Father Danny. Even Bert's wife fails him; her romantic notion of her husband is that he is "her serene man of faith, her plaster saint"; all she really wants of him is "the serenity without the plaster, but he'd forgotten how to separate them...
...even greater danger from Communism." In wartime, Major Lord Home was invalided out of the Lanarkshire Yeo manry after only a few months' service, when he contracted spinal tuberculosis. The next two years were to be the crucial period of his life. In bed, encased in a plaster cast, the happy-go-lucky Etonian read deeply and widely, pored over Marx and Lenin in an attempt to understand Russia's long-range goals. (Harold Wilson admits that he never got farther than page 2 of Marx's Das Kapital.) When he was able to return...