Word: criers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Jack Towers, who began his flying career in 1911 and has stuck with aviation ever since, has never been a crier-out against the Navy's slowness in exploiting air power. But he has been a privately bitter critic. In 1942 the Navy shipped him out to Pearl Harbor as Commander of Air in the Pacific, a high-sounding title for a smothered, largely administrative assignment. Now Aviator Towers, well out of the doghouse, towers at the right hand of the Pacific's canny commander-in-chief, Admiral Chester Nimitz...
Manhattan's volubly witty Town Crier, the late Alexander Woollcott, had ten light literary fingers in a good many more pies, but what endeared him to his admirers was his habit of pulling out the juiciest borrowed plums in public with a happy little verbal smirk that meant: "What a smart boy am I." Last month he did it again (posthumously) in Long, Long Ago, a very satisfactory second course to his highly comestible While Rome Burns (TIME, March 12, 1934). Most of Wooll-cott's plums are still on the sugary side, but the best ones have...
...brown dog wandered into court, sniffed Sir Oscar's feet and went out. A plane roared low overhead and the Court Crier, an elderly Negro, seated on the step below the Bench to keep mosquitoes off His Honor's ankles, woke with a start, began...
...followed last-minute testimony from George A. Wilson, assistant to Petroleum Administrator Harold Ickes. Wilson, sent to the Hill to torpedo the canal and to plug for pipelines, was unfortunately required to be moderately optimistic about the East Coast fuel situation for next fall. Subsequently, as the No. 1 crier of "Wolf! Wolf!" his boss has been putting out alarmed statements that next winter's oil situation may be tough (though it should be better) because nobody knows what military needs will be. But Honest Harold, who, as Interior Secretary, loves pipelines more than canals, won his point...
...defeat. Unless every U.S. citizen conserves his tires, unless the Army & Navy cut their needs to the rim, the nation's rubber reserves may be nonexistent by Christmas. Said Rubber Czar William Jeffers: "The country is not yet out of the critical stage." But Rubberman Jeffers, no crier of "Wolf! Wolf!," was optimistic, gaily predicted that U.S. factories would be producing 850,000 tons of synthetic a year within a twelvemonth-more than enough for all military needs...