Word: broads
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...decades, U.S. women had been striving for what fashion writers called the "American Look." This called for a certain litheness, a casual jauntiness, a healthy complexion, broad shoulders and, above all, slim hips. In pursuit of such lean, athletic elegance, women zipped themselves into elastic girdles, consigned themselves mercilessly to seven-day diets, rolling machines, long walks and meditation over calorie charts. At the same time, they luxuriated in what was known as "freedom of movement"; no joke tickled female audiences quite so much as references to corsets and the Victorian practice of lacing...
...rout alone and unaided. Custer's attack, Dr. Hawley implies, was one of the worst-botched jobs in the annals of Indian warfare. The General split his small force (600 men of the 7th Cavalry) into three parts, failed to reconnoiter the terrain, advanced to attack in broad daylight, was surprised and cut to pieces on a battlefield of narrow gullies where his cavalry was helpless. Many of Custer's annihilated group of 225 men never fired a shot...
...hatful of ideas. One of them paid off. It was a fleet of baby flattops to extend U.S. air power across the Atlantic. As much as anything, his carriers broke the back of the U-boat campaign. Another Kaiser scheme was a fleet of 500 enormous cargo planes to broad-jump over the subs...
...Paramount Pictures, and are often the work of many days and many men. "It doesn't have to be news today for us to think it's news," says Executive Editor William Kerby. "We deal in situations." The dealing is done six days a week at 44 Broad Street, in a block-long newsroom with chartreuse curtains and a soundproofed ceiling. As an extra service, the Journal prints tried & true jokes in a "Pepper & Salt" humor column, suggests that readers retell them at lunch "or to clear the air at a tough conference...
Lovers. In the snack bar of Frankfurt's Rhein-Main airport, a German girl sits with her G.I. fiancé. He is a slight, blond boy of perhaps 18; she is a blonde, bulging, overbearing, with a broad, white face, narrow, calculating eyes and a smile like the flat glare of an electric light that turns on & off at the touch of a switch. She leans with both elbows on the table and in a loud and domineering voice orders ice cream from the tired German waitress, while the boy follows her movements with a young...