Word: cleaning
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Europe than to Heaven!"). His styles became as varied as his enthusiasms, but in his summer house in Southampton he allowed himself to relax, painted the windswept Shinnecock Hills, and the shore dotted with parasoled ladies, in glowing, impressionist colors as pure as the salt air and clean as fresh linen...
...sing was a booming, brassy voice that all but rattled the ice in the highballs. After the rousing chorus of Anything Goes, she slipped into a slow and smoky Fine and Dandy with a voice which she seemed to have husked up from somewhere in the floor. She was clean and limber on the ballads, bouncy and loud in the jump numbers. "You expect a high, tinkling voice," said a reflective late drinker, "and she opens up and comes...
Brave & Tragic. The nation soon grew accustomed to having its sons disappear into the woods for mysterious campfire powwows, struggle with all sorts of exotic knots, make fire without matches, proclaim that they were trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent. An occasional adult scoutmaster complained. "The man in charge of a group of boy hikers," wrote one, "has somewhat the same problems that faced Moses in managing the Exodus. There is a similar effort involved in keeping up morale and discipline. There is the same need to dispel almost universal fear of death...
Taxpayers' Loss. Washington officials admitted last week that cotton-picking Jack Harris was not alone in picking the soil bank clean. So many other big-acreage cotton farmers are growing penalty cotton that the Agriculture Department long ago gave up any attempt to count them. Rather than cutting cotton surpluses through the soil bank, Harris had made the cotton surplus considerably worse. The 9,000 to 13,500 bales of cotton that he will grow on his new farm will take away the market for an equivalent amount of other cotton grown in compliance with the rules. This other...
Running from the sound of the exploding grenade, Private Tamura felt a fragment rip his shoulder and saw the gouged chunk of his own flesh lying on the ground. He picked it up, wiped it clean and popped it into his mouth. He was that hungry and, besides, "There could certainly be nothing wrong in eating my own flesh...