Word: breast
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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When "Bull Bill" Jeffers bowed out of Washington as Rubber Czar last September, he flatly announced: "The big job is done." In the long months that followed, optimism flowed from the Rubber Director's office; full-page, breast-beating advertisements of many an oil company happily assured the U.S. that the Battle of Rubber had been won. But last week, a sheaf of ominous straws fluttered out of Washington...
...About 60% of women with cancer of the uterus or breast have a hard, raised bony protuberance where the hard palate joins the soft palate...
...annual $100-a-plate Jackson Day dinner (terrapin soup, breast of capon, burgundy), speakers and audience also took it for granted that Franklin D. Roosevelt is the only Democrat who can win in 1944. Second place on the ticket was the only puzzle. Friends of Paul McNutt moved energetically among the guests. The stock of House Speaker Sam Rayburn (who spoke in the President's regular spot at Jack son Day dinners) went up perceptibly. But by the time Vice President Henry Wallace rose to affirm that the "ageless" New Deal was far from dead, big & little Democrats were...
...novel (Hallelujah; Harper; $2.50) is a rather abstruse triangle. Lily Browne, a widow, seemed "a startled-looking little girl, whose round hat with ribbons would be forever slipping backward on her head." Quiet, modest, gentle, nevertheless "in her underslip, the translucence of pale flesh shone on her arms and breast. An unexpected little quality of voluptuousness was revealed by Lily in undress. The thighs seemed wider and harp-shaped, the cups of the bust, tiny, separate and high." Oleander Watterson, Lily's maid, was an ex-convict, six feet tall, with a torchlight personality, headlight eyes, "neither Negro...
...Navy also has its faults, says Hubler, and cites an award of a medal for "diving a plane to a perilously low height." But for prodigality with medals he blames the Army most: "Navy men, viewing the mountains of color and insigne upon the left breast of Army men," often call out sardonically in bars, "Hey, hero, give me a light...