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Word: burstingly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...decorous dance in St. Louis, Jimmy Sr. warned him to keep his fists in his pockets. Jimmy Jr. came home with a look of guilt on his face. Without a word, Jimmy Sr. took him into a bedroom and walloped him. When his licking was over, Jimmy Jr. burst out: "Damn it, Pappy, the dance isn't until next Saturday...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: A Job for Jimmy | 11/23/1942 | See Source »

...streaked across the moonlit, wreck-strewn desert. What was left of Rommel's artillery tried to hold them back. The British infantry swept on. Dazed and shell-shocked Germans surrendered, turned and ran, or died in the sand beside their 88-mm. guns. Rommel's dam had burst...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: The Bishop's Son | 11/16/1942 | See Source »

Last week one expert offered an answer. Professor Harold Burris-Meyer, director of research in sound at Stevens Institute of Technology, released results of elaborate tests with factory music from Bach to boogie-woogie. Once, in a big Philadelphia laundry, his experiments were so shattering that one worker burst into tears and ran home. But his overall findings show that scientifically planned music increases factory production by 1.3 to 11.1% (in factories already employing music...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Productive Melody | 11/2/1942 | See Source »

...doing their damndest," for their serious attention to camouflage, their slit trenches. There was praise for the improvement in supply, for the way the generals profited from mistakes, for the way the men kept themselves and their machines off the roads. Lay observers, remembering Bataan, thought the first burst of real fire would cure lots of minor troubles...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy - Lessons of the Cumberland | 11/2/1942 | See Source »

...Congressmen "reposed themselves" by Harriet's fireside. "Mr. Clay, sitting upright on the sofa, with his snuffbox ever in his hand, would discourse for many an hour in his even, soft, deliberate tone. . . . Mr. Webster, leaning back at his ease, telling stories, cracking jokes, shaking the sofa with burst after burst of laughter . . . would illuminate an evening. Mr. Calhoun, the cast-iron man, who looks as if he had never been born and never could be extinguished, would come in sometimes." She visited Madison at his home, an old man "in his chair, with a pillow behind...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: New Old Book | 11/2/1942 | See Source »

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