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...Saturday, Nubbins' father had worked in the kitchen, hanging ornaments on the fir branch and answering the side door every time the postman, the delivery boy or the expressman knocked. His mother sat beside the crib in the living room while Nubbins took special pains to be a "good boy"; he rolled over for his nap without argument and listened quietly as Mother read The Night before Christmas...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Christmas Comes But Once | 11/27/1944 | See Source »

...simply by willing it. (They can.) But the nicest concurrence of the two Heards comes in the subtle, uncanny Rousing of Mr. Bradegar, the story of a simple dream. The dreamer may be 1 ) a man lying in bed and recalling his boyhood, 2) a boy lying in his crib and envisioning his manhood, 3) a corpse in its shroud looking back on its earthly days as man and boy, or 4) some "timeless" mixture of all three at once. Mystical Gerald Heard would probably plump...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Mystical Mysteries | 9/25/1944 | See Source »

...tank in front of us stopped beside a farmhouse crib where rice bags were piled high. A lanky fighting man-a lefthander-looked cautiously under the little house. He tossed a grenade, then pounced like a cat over the rice bags into the crib and fired a burst of four or five from his Browning. Another man followed him in and soon came out with an officer's sword...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: BATTLE OF THE PACIFIC: Last Charge | 7/24/1944 | See Source »

Inside the crib were two newly killed Japs. One's shirtfront was purplish with spreading stain. The other's face was crimson with his blood. These men had not been up to suicide. They had waited stolidly in their hole to be killed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: BATTLE OF THE PACIFIC: Last Charge | 7/24/1944 | See Source »

...laughter and play of my childhood, the ball games I was in, the better ones I watched, my mother telling me why my father and she came to America, my high-school graduation, the first time I saw a cow, the first year we could afford a vacation, the crib at Camp Surprise Lake after the crowded polluted Coney Island waters, hikes in the fall, weenie and marshmallow roasts, the first time I voted, my first date and the slap in the face I got instead of the kiss I attempted, the El going down, streets being widened...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MORALE: Memories of Brooklyn | 5/22/1944 | See Source »

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