Word: chins
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Head Up, Chin Up. Last week, when Shirley May finally took the plunge, she had missed the good weather. She also missed most of the newsmen. On their way over from England, they were far out in mid-Channel at take-off time aboard a picturesque but snail-slow two-masted schooner, christened the Black Magic by Shirley May's pressagent Ted Worner (and later rechristened the Black Maria by disgusted newsmen). The Associated Press had wisely hired its own steamer, the Red Commodore (complete with a restaurant and bar), as well as a speedboat and plane...
...struggling swimmer: "Down & down I go, round & round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide . . . under That Old Black Magic . . ." The Red Commodore also relayed a message from young (18) Briton Philip Mickman, who had unobtrusively swum the Channel two weeks before: "Head up, chin up, spit it out, beat Old Man Channel." Between wireless messages, the A.P. released carrier pigeons to fly bulletins to England. Unfortunately, the pigeons flew to France...
...gridiron for good. Not daring to tell his wife, he takes to drink. For several reels the script shuffles about in this shoddy dilemma until it stumbles into a shoddier solution. Halfback Mature's recipe for mending a broken marriage: smear your wife's lipstick across her chin, beat her about the face and tell her you love her. All in all, Easy Living is no great shakes either as education or entertainment...
...Dying City. Despite Ta Rung Pao's complaint, Shanghai was well on the way to becoming an economic graveyard. Industrial production was down an estimated 50%, and still falling. "The Chin Chong Iron Works," read an item in the press, "is trying to sell electric fans for 30,000 jenminpiao each (about $12 U.S.), which is only sufficient to cover labor costs, but there are no buyers...
...mounted the bench, and the crowded courtroom was hushed. "The defendant will rise," intoned the marshal. "What say you, ladies & gentlemen of the jury, as to count one [espionage]?" In a firm voice the foreman replied: "Guilty." And to count two [stealing government documents]? "Guilty." Judy sank back, chin in hands, no longer the "simple little girl in love" that Archie Palmer called her, but the convicted spy with "the agile little Swiss-watch mind," as the prosecution called her-a trusted employee who had used her job in the Department of Justice to steal secret FBI documents...