Word: cheerful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Mexico City's El Patio nightclub last fortnight, the Oles! rang loud; the band played the bullfighters' cheer song-Diana; even Chucho Solorzano, reigning matador of the season, rose to pay his respects to the honored guest. The hullabaloo was not for Henry Wallace, visiting U. S. ambassador of good will, but dark-eyed, pale-faced Hollywood Starlet Linda Darnell. Linda, cooing contentedly in a seat between Mexican Movie Favorite Fernando Soler and portly Singer Alfonso
After the King the Prime Minister spoke. He was confident and proud, but grimly so. His peroration, usual repository of highest rhetoric and hope, held forth cheer only in the distant future and only if distant friends gave great help...
...were in a stretch between where their warship escorts from Canada left them and their escorts from Britain would pick them up. None of them was equipped to fight anything except submarines or armed merchantmen of their own size and speed. If a German pocket battleship-the Admiral S cheer or the Lutzow-was indeed among them, the havoc could only be like that of a wolf in a hen roost. For the raider, armored against the merchantmen's light weapons, would have 11-inch guns, aircraft, torpedo tubes and surpassing speed of 26 knots. Unless they could scatter...
...fell in love with the Sultan as soon as I saw him," cooed Miss Mendl. The lightning courtship of Miss Mendl lasted just twelve days, during which time the Sultan continued to pay occasional visits to the bereaved parents of Miss Hill in efforts to cheer them up. Then last week he put on his khaki and gold uniform as Colonel Commandant of the Johore Military Forces and marched into Caxton Hall Registry Office to marry Miss Mendl. She turned up in silver fox and orchids, wearing a diamond brooch in which the Crown of Johore was flanked...
...From the 1,500 still left in the ballroom, came a great cheer of loyalty at the news that Willkie would soon be down. But not till 50 minutes later came a shout at the door. Into the room marched Wendell Willkie, head high, hair flying. Behind him stalked Brother Ed, pale of face, eyes red-rimmed. The crowd roared. Wendell Willkie wrapped a huge paw around a mike staff, flung up his right hand, smiled. The chorus welled up: "We Want Willkie! We Want Willkie...