Word: arounders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...remarked, "but sometimes we find the films a little foolish." I asked him about his favorite films and he beamed: "Cowboy films and Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy." I asked him if he liked Charlie Chaplin. "Modern Times," said Tito, imitating the scene where Chaplin goes berserk and runs around twitching two wrenches. "He has made several since that one," I said. "In one he imitates Hitler." "You mean The Great Dictator?" inquired Tito blandly...
...poor to go into the business of rat-raising and Bombay would wind up with more rats than ever. Councillor Gordhandas Goculdas Moraji, an orthodox Hindu, shuddered at even considering rat extermination during the current festival in honor of Ganapati (Ganesha), an elephant-headed god who likes to ride around on a rat (see cut). Councillor Dinkar Dattatrya gave what he called the "socialist theory on rats": he declared that "only eradication of the slums, overcrowding and hoarding would result in eradication of the rats." In the end, the councillors voted to go ahead with Rat Week, but decided...
...worked as a part-time clerk in his father's general store in the Quebec village of Compton (pop. 1,000). Those were the days when Sir Wilfrid Laurier was leader of the Liberal Party. Young Louis lent an ear to all the hot & heavy political talk around the cracker barrel, and was an ardent Laurier Liberal from the start...
Every time Fleur Fenton Cowles tried to tell her publisher-husband, Gardner Cowles, about the kind of monthly class magazine she would like to start, she found herself repeating: "It's got to have flair." Says Fleur: "I couldn't get around the word. I just had to use it." After she had dreamed and importuned for two years, Publisher Cowles decided that Fleur was absolutely right. This week, 46-year-old "Mike" and his 50-year-old brother John, who already own two magazines (Look, Quick), four newspapers and four radio stations, announced that they will publish...
Last week, Mary Lou was still playing the same kind of exciting piano in a jammed Greenwich Village basement bistro called the Village Vanguard-even though no bigwigs of jazz happened to be around to do any picking up and kissing...