Word: blue
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...topflight fighting men. For ten days, homely, lean-flanked Army Chief of Staff General Omar Bradley, boyish-looking Air Force Chief of Staff General Hoyt S. Vandenberg (he is 50), and earnest, bespectacled Admiral Louis Denfeld, Chief of Naval Operations, toured the Continent in Harry Truman's blue and silver plane, Independence, reviewed troops, placed wreaths, and did some top-secret chatting with leaders of the Atlantic pact nations. The visitors' chief task was to show Western Europe that they took an interest in its defense...
...Dwarf got dressed, thrust two Lugers into shoulder holsters under his long blue gown, then stopped in a back-alley opium den to share a pipe with an underworld crony, Nai Sakon. The Dwarf complained: "Pramote has doublecrossed us all. Now he has a racing stable, a new Packard and a beautiful wife. We have nothing but worry...
Pramote, who had heard the shot, ducked out the back door and dived into a canal. The Dwarf tore off his blue gown and rushed into the house, firing wildly. He killed Pramote's eight-year-old niece and the Ceylonese guest. Then The Dwarf dashed out, shouting to his pal to start Pramote's Packard. Pramote's chauffeur protested, trying to protect his boss's car. The Dwarf killed him, too. By the time police arrived, The Dwarf had disappeared...
...Paine. But the big names are rarely the biggest drawing cards. De Maupassant's Tallow Ball sold only a poky 15,000 copies a year until Haldeman-Julius re-christened it A Prostitute's Sacrifice (it jumped to about 55,000 a year).* The bestselling Blue Books are those on sex, psychoanalysis and self-improvement; Haldeman-Julius has them written to order by eight staffers scattered around the world. One of these, William J. Fielding, who works for Manhattan's swank Tiffany jewelers, wrote the alltime bestseller: What Married Women Should Know (493,000 copies...
...light blue sedan, husky William Gehring, 46, was moseying along the sand-rutted roads of northwestern Indiana. The air had a sharp but pleasant smell. Farmer Gehring sniffed it with proprietorial fondness, watched an echelon of his big tractors cut across the black muck and sandy loam. Trucks, loaded high with sweet-smelling green leaves, carried them to workers who dumped them into giant vats, then jumped up & down on them...