Word: blonde
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Part Good Fellowship. There was one point I wanted to clear up. "Why," I asked spinners in the plant canteen, "do you think America is doing this?" Answered Jan Missink, a wiry, blond fellow, seven members of whose family work for the company: "Americans really want to help us; they know that under the Russians we would be lost, as we were under the Germans." Said Berend Groote: "Yes, it is part self-interest and part sportief [good fellowship...
...chalked "It's a boy" in huge white letters along the sides of his tram, while Cremorne Hospital hoisted a diaper with red, white and blue streamers to the very top of its flagstaff. Frugal Edinburgh gave its pupils a half-holiday in honor of Elizabeth's blond, blue-eyed baby and an Aberdeen woman celebrated her 100th birthday with the wish that Britain's princeling might live to celebrate...
...greans and yips will travel downstream on the Charles. The gentleman who yesterday called the Harvard-Yale game stuff for kids will overnight turn into the noisiest and naughiest kids in the territory. After the game the breath of liquor will hang over the Square like a smog; blond hair and strapless backs will glitter through the night; and Cambridge, seat of culture, will be undistinguishable from any city where the American Legion is raising hell...
...watching his Kent School (Conn.) crew sprinting to victory past an English shell on the Thames, the Rev. Frederick H. Sill decided that British schoolboys ought to get a chance to visit the U.S. Last week chubby, blond Anthony Stewart Arnold was back in England, after a year at Kent on one of the Schoolboy Scholarships started by Father Sill 20 years ago. Like other young Britons who had made the trip last year, 18-year-old Tony Arnold thought that U.S. prep schools were great fun to visit-but no place to get an education...
Suddenly knees, feet and elbows came through the door, scattering glass before them. The invaders slowly climbed, one by one, through the empty frames in the door. I watched their leader-a blond youth of 20-walk quickly up to a grey-haired clerk leaning innocently against a desk, spin him around, swing a haymaker at the man's temple and send him sprawling across the marble floor against the wall. The man got up holding his aching head, shaking it slowly as if in disbelief. Fighting and fear spread swiftly...