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...black indeed. And to add to their discomfort, they catch more & more sly grins on peasant faces. The peasants, who have nothing to lose in the flight of Rumania's mighty, have nothing to fear from Russia's Red Army. In Rumania recently, the clash and clatter has been less the preparation for battle than the headlong stampede of the wealthy and great for visas and seats on the outbound trains...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RUMANIA: Perfume and Pastry | 4/10/1944 | See Source »

Last week the first history of the sport was published: Roller Skating Through the Years by Brooklyn rink-owner Morris Traub (William-Frederick Press, $1). It captured the nostalgic whirl and clatter of skates from the days of Joseph Merlin to those of Western Union...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: History on Wheels | 3/27/1944 | See Source »

...Chinese return Chennault's affection. Bandits once stole all the aviation gasoline at an air base; two Services of Supply men spent a month trying to recover the fuel. Finally a coolie was told that Chennault needed the gasoline. Before daybreak next day there was the clatter of drums of gas being rolled up the highway. By dawn all of the drums had been returned...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: When a Hawk Smiles | 12/6/1943 | See Source »

...deceptively casual attitude toward "poop" (planning and paper work). When training in the desert for the Ploesti raid Colonel Ted used old five-gallon oilcans for filing cabinets. One day he startled the office staff by striding in with three cans, dropping them on the floor with a vast clatter, and saying simply, "There's the poop...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy: Three Brothers, Three Stars | 10/18/1943 | See Source »

...toward the eleven o'clock angle could I spot the tiny black speck moving toward us. Quickly it became a plane with wings, bigger & bigger, then streaked out of sight to the left. The only sounds were the roar of the Fortress' engines and the shrill clatter of the .50-caliber machine guns. We clapped on our tin helmets. My knees felt as though someone had removed the bones...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: HOLIDAY OVER PARIS | 8/2/1943 | See Source »

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