Word: wheeled
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Dead at the Wheel. The Communists moved swiftly. They were aided by one of the classic tragedies of warfare : the head quarters of General William Dean (see below), U.S. commander in Taejon, had sent a message to the commander of his reserve, calling for help to hold the southern rail and highway escape routes open. The reserve commander never got the message; it showed up, hours later, at another headquarters far to the rear. By midafternoon the Communist flank attacks had cut the escape routes...
Once long ago, Pablo Picasso warned an inquisitive American lady not to "ask questions of the man at the wheel." At midcentury, Protean Pablo is still grasping the wheel of modern art, and most people are still wondering whether the boat is hopelessly lost or merely off on an extended voyage of exploration. This week in Europe, hundreds of dauntless American ladies and their husbands were once again doggedly searching for a first-hand answer...
Soon, when even greater events were toward, Massachusetts sent John Adams as a representative to the Continental Congresses. There Adams put his thick shoulder to the wheel, and his powerful legal intelligence, no longer like roiled water but clear and cold as a New England winter night, to the problems of building a nation. And there, with the Declaration of Independence rammed through the opposition (after a powerful summation of the case for it by Lawyer Adams), Author Bowen leaves her common-sense hero to the cabbage he was to cultivate for the rest of his life-the United States...
...Peggy got permission to use the car, and the trio drove to an alley near a small Long Beach liquor store. Tommy walked into the store holding the .22, Muriel stood at the door clutching a long-barreled air pistol and Peggy stayed behind the coupé's wheel...
...passenger had tasted blood. For the next four blocks old indignities fanned a running, profane tirade. Other passengers listened with moody satisfaction. Finally Coyne could stand no more. He wrenched the wheel, tromped on the brake and slowed to the curb. Leaping to his feet, he turned on his passengers: "Everybody off the bus. I don't have to take this. I'm going back to the garage...