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Word: beers (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...that shortly after they met, they went to the nearest Towne, found a preacher, and asked him to Meriam. As they McNeilled before him, he wished them a life of Bliss. They Liveseyed happily for some time thereafter, until she caught him spending too much of his time drinking beer in a Bar loon (poetic license). She seized a gun--there was a sudden Bursk of fire, and he fell dead. She couldn't live without him, so she shot herself, too; thus ending our story. (By this time you are probably wondering where in de Haas we get such...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Lucky Bag | 6/20/1944 | See Source »

...rations, as nostalgic as its cowboy songs, as lusty as a. G.I. bull session. (Chesty brunette to castaway sailor: "I'm going to give you something you haven't had for a loong time." Sailor: "You mean-there's a bottle of ice-cold beer on this island?") On the Road. At one bomber base a number of planes had just been lost when the show arrived. "The girls-Red Cross girls and nurses-came into the theater crying, and some of the fellows were drunk. But when we got through they were laughing, and we heard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theater: Hump-Happiness | 6/19/1944 | See Source »

Plans are being made for a "big" beer-bust on Friday, June 28. Inasmuch as this follows our last final exam, it is expected that general approval will be given. The "new" Seniors will be guests. Chief guzzlers Ryan, Stecker, and Ringe, after testing their capacity at Jake Wirth's last Saturday, promise to give a good account of themselves...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Lucky Bag | 6/13/1944 | See Source »

...tail spattered blood on his friends. That's how he got his name. He was officially rated an able seaman in the Royal Navy. In the records the rangy, tawny dog's religion was given as "scrounger," his character as "very good," his efficiency "moderate." He liked beer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SOUTH AFRICA: Dog Story | 6/12/1944 | See Source »

Along with good liquor and beautiful women, fair Boston is sadly lacking a supply of hot music. Nevertheless, if you haven't heard, the boys at Nick's kick the gong around or cried in your beer listening to Billie for a long, long time, and are on the verge of either turning square or going over the hill to New York, you will be able to get some amount of kicks out of one or two of the local jump bands. The best of a poor lot of these bands is probably Sabby Lewis, who once in a while...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: JAZZ, ETC. | 6/9/1944 | See Source »

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