Word: dears
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...night last week, 36-year-old Sophie Shanks found a letter waiting for her at the hotel. "Dear Mrs. Shanks," it said, "When I was in Cincinnati this spring my helpers informed me that you are a deserving lady who works hard on the night shift . . . and that you have a tough time raising your nine children . . . but you never complain ... So here's a check for $100." The letter and check were signed "Santa Claus...
...make a cross on the ballot. Thus only "No" voters had any reason to walk into the booths; the names of those who did could be carefully noted. By midafternoon, on election day, eligible voters who had not appeared at the polls found typewritten notes under their doors: "Dear voting citizen: We have established that you have not voted by 2 p.m. We request you to carry out your patriotic duty by 8 p.m. Sincerely, 'People's Front...
...specter of Markos Vafiades, the hard-bitten guerrilla commander with the fierce mustache, who had been purged for Titoist leanings (TIME, Feb. 14). Nicholas Zachariades, secretary-general of the party, had found it necessary time & again to issue orders against the singing of old party songs about "my dear little Markos." There were still no songs about the new guerrilla commander, Georgios Vrontissios, alias Goussias, a former printer whose mustache is considerably less impressive than his predecessor's. According to the likeliest of many conflicting reports from the frontier regions, aid to the rebels from Tito's Yugoslavia...
Hearstling Columnist Westbrook Pegler carefully put tongue in cheek for a Cosmopolitan magazine article on his fan mail, entitled Dear Sir-You Cur!: "I was surprised to learn that my correspondents were friendly in overwhelming majority . . ." he wrote. "The dissenters, being obviously in error, are more to be pitied than scorned. They dodge the issues; they are ignorant victims of propaganda, and their personal comments are intemperate and vulgar by contrast with the fine taste and faultless morality of my devotees...
...substantial representatives of the British race I never saw, enlightened men all who will see that justice is done. The Defendant, Dan McCook, is a horrid fellow, a real dandy, and the Jury again deserves credit for reading their newspapers rather than listening to his fine voice. The poor, dear Angelina of Joan Dexter is positively radiant in spite of the beastly treatment she has undergone. And though his law's a fudge, justice is competently and wisely apportioned by Judge Arthur Shercliff. So impressed, in fact, was the public with the outcome of the "Trial" that I think they...