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Word: beaching (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...running out of gas. Droning low over the south shore of Long Island, fearful that he would have to ditch in the Atlantic, Boothe saw a white strip beneath him. He had only five minutes' gas supply left when he leveled off over the deserted sands of Jones Beach, made a belly landing. He and the copilot were cut and shaken up; no one else was hurt, but the ship was wrecked. G.C.A. (see above) might have saved that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Hit the Beach | 1/13/1947 | See Source »

Last month, fast-stepping hotelman Conrad Hilton was buttonholed by the Puerto Rico Development Co., a government-backed organization. The Puerto Ricans wanted Connie Hilton to run a new beach hotel in tropical San Juan. Hilton was flattered, but wanted "an intelligent deal." Last week...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: HOTELS: An Intelligent Deal | 1/6/1947 | See Source »

Many a money-heavy citizen would spend the holidays in jammed, glittering Florida resorts. To Cartoonist Ham Fisher, creator of Joe Palooka, Christmas in Miami Beach would be sun-kissed and expensive. He would sleep late in his Roney Plaza room, golf at the swank La Gorce Country Club, be host at an eggnog party at the Lord Tarleton Hotel. In the evening he would invite a crowd of cronies to a dinner party at the Copacabana Club...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PEOPLE: To Each His Own | 12/30/1946 | See Source »

...Charvet ties, studs and cuff links made out of gold pieces-and shoes at $50 a pair, broken in for him by the late Hype Igoe, a sports scribe who also wore size 5B. Like most rich Broadwayites, Runyon commuted from Manhattan to Miami, and could "remember when Miami Beach was so quiet you could hear the jellyfish walking along the ocean sands...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Hand Me My Kady | 12/23/1946 | See Source »

Last week a brutal storm churned the Atlantic, and on Connemara's beach the fisherfolk, whipped like so many witless ducks by rain and spray, stood staring out to sea. For there in the darkness, where no land had been before, blinked the thousand lights of the city itself. Young folks squealed with the delight of it, but the old ones crossed themselves and breathed a prayer. "Go sbahailadh dia sinn" (God protect us), they muttered, for hadn't the ancient tale said, too, that when the lost city reappeared, Galway itself would slide under the water...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: EIRE: Ghost Town | 12/16/1946 | See Source »

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