Word: crowds
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Dewey bus approached cautiously. Then, on orders from Dewey, it squeezed through between curb and truck and zoomed on past as the disappointed crowd booed. Mayor Nichols ripped the Dewey button from his lapel and replaced it with two Stassen buttons. "This burns me up," he declaimed. "Dewey was pretty small." Gloated Stassen: "Many interesting things have happened on the old Oregon Trail." One interesting fact: the odds on the primary results had dropped from 2-1 in Stassen's favor to even money...
...arrived on the wooden stadium stage, 211 newly appointed colonels were on hand to applaud him. Said the governor: "If anybody else wants to be a colonel, just let me know." When a 19-gun salute banged out in his honor he cracked: "I hope nobody got shot." The crowd roared. It cheered again when he paraphrased brother Huey: "I hope to see this a state where every man is a king and every lady a queen, but no one is wearing the crown...
Between one pink dawn and another over the Moabite hills last week came The Day. It brought forth events sufficient to crowd aside the worries of tomorrow. To the Jews of Palestine this day brought a state of their own, the first in 1,878 years. To the British it brought the loss of a 10,460-square-mile base in the Mediterranean-and relief from a burden they had snatched up with imperial optimism 31 years ago. To the Arabs, it brought a tautening of determination as well as a more sober assessing of their chances for victory...
...felt urged to look about me at the large afternoon crowd. There were matronly house wives, fresh from the side of their kitchen ranges and their radios. There were truant school-boys looking for a weekly thrill to help let loose their natural energy. In front of me was a very young mother with her shopping bundles and a copy of the Boston Record on her lap, and beside her was what has been rightly called the hope of our country--a squirming baby...
...little man slouched in the saddle, round-shouldered and solemn, like a cowboy after a long day. He seemed oblivious of the crowd, but it was just a mannerism: he knew full well that all eyes were on him. And he knew too that the mere sight of Jockey Eddie Arcaro is enough to make hundreds of red-blooded New York horse-players...