Word: dears
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...coasters whirled in a raucous counterfeit of yuletide gaiety, but there was little or nothing for shoppers to buy. At grey-market shops, a pound of chocolates cost a laborer's full week's wage. Berliners stared at the meager, overpriced goods in frustrated despair; women wept. "Dear God," muttered one Hausfrau who had been searching in vain for some coffee cups and plates to brighten her yuletide table, "another Communist Christmas...
...Nation last week found itself with an issue dear to its professionally liberal heart: freedom of opinion. And, as usual, it made the most of it. In its own pages, the Nation, in effect, charged that the Saturday Review of Literature was suppressing free opinion. The suppression: the S.R.L.'s refusal to print a letter, signed by 84 poets, critics and others, criticizing two articles the S.R.L. had printed last June about Poet Ezra Pound and the Bollingen Prize (TIME, Aug. 29). The Nation itself printed the letter last week, alongside an article accusing the S.R.L. of everything from...
...since then the hotel's quiet, Old World atmosphere had made it a favorite of Manhattan's lorgnette & limousine set. One longtime Plaza guest was so frightened at the thought of a breezy Westerner taking over that she dashed off a letter to Hilton which began : "Dear Sir: If you touch a speck of the sacred dust of the dear old Plaza...
...Proud Past. By the time he had bought the Stevens, Hilton was convinced that he also wanted the dignified old Palmer House, which was as dear to the hearts of Chicago's Gold Coast as the Plaza was to New Yorkers. To get it lock, stock and history, Hilton teamed up with Builder Henry Crown (TIME, Nov. 28) and signed the biggest check of his career-$7,500,000-as a down payment. For a total of $19,385,000 he picked up a hotel that had cost $25,800,000 to build on land worth...
...dozen gangster movies: backed by a tiny, shifty-faced gunman, he props his feet on the table, snarls from the side of his mouth and turns his victim into quaking jelly; filled with lead from an assassin's revolver, Stark babbles improbable curtain lines that too carefully-dear up any audience doubt as to his power-mad aims...