The rustling problem was by no means solved.

The problem is to remove the accretions and thereby uncover the order that was always there.

`` I've been in government and I can tell some pretty hairy stories about personnel difficulties, so I know what a problem he was ''.

`` The entire object of the press conference was to clarify the problem of the list, since many in the press were querying the U.N. about it.

At this moment Mando came hurrying up to announce that the problem was solved and all Norton had to do was to sign a sheaf of papers.

The problem involved military necessity as much as morality, for in pre-penicillin days venereal disease was a crippling disability.

Lublin was the seed of action for the `` final solution '' of the Jewish problem.

In 1861, Mr. Brown's attention was called to yet another basic production problem -- the manufacture of twist drills.

The child of this problem was Mr. Brown's famous Serial No. 1 Universal Milling Machine, the archtype from which is descended today's universal knee-type milling machine used throughout the world.

I realized that Hamlet was faced with an entirely different problem, but his agony could have been no greater.

He didn't seem to think that attaching a pegboard to a stone wall was much of a problem and he tossed off the building of the worktable equally lightly.

We may say that his problem was diagnosed but that he refused treatment.

How this was accomplished may be described, since this sometimes is a crucial problem.

Centrally, however, the administrative problem was more complex and the sheer prestige of office was very likely an unfair advantage.

With the development of the Red Bridge Subdivision south of Kansas City, Missouri, the developer was faced with the problem of providing adequate sewage disposal.

It was proposed that aerated lagoons be used to eliminate the problem at the existing oxidation ponds and to provide the necessary treatment for the additional development.

It was approximately one month before the belt problem was noticed and corrected, but at no time was there a deficiency of dissolved oxygen.

The closed molding of flexible urethane foams has been a problem ever since the introduction of the material ( molding in open molds was more feasible ).

To solve the problem of the wheat grains spilling on the floor and getting underfoot, a ball of maple syrup boiled to candy consistency was invented to hold the grains.

If he foresaw any problem because of the quality of the hymen, it was recommended that simple procedures be undertaken at once to incise the hymen or, preferably, to dilate it.

Once the question of emancipation was settled to Palfrey's satisfaction, he faced a real problem in placing the freedmen in suitable homes as servants.

He found that if he was tired enough at night, he went to sleep simply because he was too exhausted to stay awake.

It was dark early, because of the storm.

I had come to New Orleans two years earlier after graduating college, partly because I loved the city and partly because there was quite a noted art colony there.

She softly let herself into the bed, and took her regular side, away from the door, where she slept better because Keith was between her and the invader.

And he knew that the men talked about him behind his back, saying that he was one up on everybody else -- including the pilot of the plane with the swastika on it -- because he was chemically incapable of fear.

Keith was on his feet because he didn't care at all about life any more: Penny on her feet, proudly, because she cared too much.

Back in the house a hoodlum named Red Buck, sore because Billy had been allowed to leave unscathed, jumped from a bunk and swore he was going after him to kill him right then.

That night he dreamed a dream violent with passion, in which he and the Woman, now the teacher, did everything except engage in the act ( and this probably only because he had never engaged in the act in reality ), and when he awoke the next morning his heart was afire.

Jack walked off alone out the road in the searing midday sun, past Robert Allen's three-room, tarpapered house, toward the field where the other boys were playing ball, thinking of what he would do in order to make Miss Langford have him stay in after school -- because this was the day he had decided when he thought he saw the look in her eyes.

That should do it, he thought, because Miss Langford had said she was going to be strict about school work.

This is puzzling to an outsider conscious of the classic tradition of liberalism, because it is clear that these Democrats who are left-of-center are at opposite poles from the liberal Jefferson, who held that the best government was the least government.

Sometimes I guessed it was because the rain squall had changed direction.

It was also subtly familiar, for it was the odor of the human body, but multiplied innumerable times because of the fact that the aborigines never bathed.

Their writings assume more than dramatic or patriotic interest because of their conviction that the struggle in which they were involved was neither selfish nor parochial but, rather, as Washington in his last wartime circular reminded his fellow countrymen, that `` with our fate will the destiny of unborn millions be involved ''.

Often it is recognized that all the details of the pattern may not be essential to the outcome but, because the pattern was empirically determined and not developed through theoretical understanding, one is never quite certain which behavior elements are effective, and the whole pattern becomes ritualized.

They never troubled themselves about us while we were playing, because the fence formed such a definite boundary and `` Don't go outside the gate '' was a command so impossible of misinterpretation.

They, perhaps, gave the pitch of their position in the preface where it was said that Eisenhower requested that the Commission be administered by the American Assembly of Columbia University, because it was non-partisan.

`` I hated the war '', he said, `` but thought I ought to go because I was, perhaps, one of those who hadn't done enough to prevent it ''.

I fled, however, not from what might have been the natural fear of being unable to disguise from you that the things about my bridegroom -- in the sense you meant the word `` things '' -- which you had been galvanizing yourself to tell me as a painful part of your maternal duty were things which I had already insisted upon finding out for myself ( despite, I may now say, the unspeakable awkwardness of making the discovery on principle, yes, on principle, and in cold blood ) because I was resolved, as a modern woman, not to be a mollycoddle waiting for Life but to seize Life by the throat.

When they were closer and he saw that one was a woman, he was more puzzled than ever.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Cabot turned back to the men and he was drunk with the thing they would do, wild to break from the cloying warmth of the saloon into the cold of the ebbing night.

It was a relief when they finally came.

It was hotter once they reached the flat, and drier, but the grass was better.

It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.

It was all right to put a bunch of ranchers onto horses, to call them Night Riders, to set out to attack the largest mining combination the country had ever seen if all they wanted was adventure.

The one thing they had in common was their hatred.

When they reached their neighbor's house, Pamela said a few polite words to Grace and kissed Melissa lightly on the forehead, the impulse prompted by a stray thought -- of the type to which she was frequently subject these days -- that they might never see one another again.

This, he was sure, was the way they would act ; ;

His face was stiff with anger when they let go of his arms.

Once the door was open, they crowded him inside the dark building.

He was uttering threats in a low but savage voice when they closed and padlocked the door.

Haying time was close at hand, and they needed some strong branches to repair a hay rack.

Seeing them waiting there at the foot of Emigrant Rock was so overwhelming that, for a good minute after they rounded the bend and started down the grade leading toward them, Matilda could not speak at all.

The wound in his scalp was examined, pronounced healing, and well doctored with simples, before they dished up the victuals.

Out in the center of the circle the farmer, who was Dan, wasted no time when they came to the line, `` The farmer choose his wife ''.

Even the knowledge that she was losing another boy, as a mother always does when a marriage is made, did not prevent her from having the first carefree, dreamless sleep that she had known since they dropped down the canyon and into Bear Valley, way, way back there when they were crossing those other mountains.

Fleischman with eight was to patrol the Leyte Gulf area, with his main task to get any kamikaze before they got to the ships.