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Word: bald (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...crowded, hot assembly chamber of California's capitol at Sacramento walked a pair of famous sons. Arm in arm, they turned on grins that reminded many an onlooker of their fathers' smiles. Bald Jimmy Roosevelt had just been elected chairman of the Democratic State Central Committee, the Party's top job in California. Tweedy Will Rogers Jr., nominee for the U.S. Senate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Jimmy on the Sawdust Trail | 7/29/1946 | See Source »

...little owl-eyed man with a sunburned bald spot walked in, and this was the signal for everyone to sit up. Everyone said, "Hi yuh, Jack?" Jack said he was all right except for the burned bald spot and everyone howled and said that was rich. Everyone remembered to call him "Jack." He used to be "Jake" but he had sent word around: "Call me Jack." Jack sat down grinning. Now everything...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Call Me Jack | 7/22/1946 | See Source »

Growled the Boss: "I put the name of Colonel Arvey in nomination." Grinning from ear to ear, the little owl-eyed man with the sunburned bald spot stood up. Nominations were quickly closed. Jake ("Call me Jack") Arvey was the new chairman of Cook County. The meeting adjourned in time for the first race...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Call Me Jack | 7/22/1946 | See Source »

...madrigal group worked over Purcells 17th-Century masque opera, King Arthur. Somewhere in a clump of birch a lone flutist piped the theme of Ravel's Daphnis et Chloe. Down by the shores of inky Lake Mahkeenac, a brass section blared Moussorgsky's A Night on Bald Mountain, and inside the lakeside clubhouse 23-year-old Composer Lukas Foss, a Koussevitzky favorite, beat out a frenzied boogie-woogie...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Tanglewood, U.S.A. | 7/22/1946 | See Source »

Bert Lahr, who's been on the boards since you used to sit on your father's lap at the neighborhood Burlesque, romped into town this week with a routine that sent a front row of bald heads rolling into the aisle and put a fold in the whalebone corset of someone's spinster aunt. Not since Stinky and Shorty pervaded the atmosphere of the Old Howard has this Hub sniffed anything resembling Lahr's patter, and not since Margie Hart twisted her ankle on a faulty runway have Beacon Hill Burghers seen-even on the sly-a morsel like...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Playgoer | 7/19/1946 | See Source »

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