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Word: dears (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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Frank went below to his bunk and wrote a note. "Dear Finder," it said. "I am an American soldier . .. 21 years old . . . just a plain American of no wealth, but just enough to get along with. This is my third Christmas from home . . . God bless you." He added his address-184 Iron Street, Johnstown, Pa.-stuffed the note into a small aspirin bottle, corked and taped it. Then he kissed it gently and tossed it into the sea. The small notion bobbed out of sight and, almost as soon, out of Frank Hayostek's mind. It was Christmas night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: IRELAND: Found & Lost | 8/18/1952 | See Source »

Then all this money will be ours to spend, Divided equally, of course, dear friend...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: THE MEN WHO FOUND DEATH | 8/11/1952 | See Source »

Last month, Mrs. Stevenson announced that she would vote Republican, no matter whom the Democrats selected. Said she: "I feel another four years of Democratic Administration would ruin the country." But last week she penned a carefully worded note: "Dear Adlai, Congratulations to the Democratic Party for choosing the finest available Democrat ... All good wishes to you personally." She handed it to a family friend who carried it just four doors up Chicago's Astor Street from her home to the Blair house, where the governor had established his waiting headquarters. After he read the note, a happy Stevenson...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Domestic Issue | 8/4/1952 | See Source »

Dave, a philosophy major, now says he thought ruefully as he fell of the Greek concept of hubris-the Icarus complex that drives men to overweening aspirations. Being a practical physicist, Jim sank his ax handle in the solid snow and held on for dear life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Ordeal in the Sky | 8/4/1952 | See Source »

...breezeless afternoon last week, Mohammed Mossadegh's advisers sat around the boss's iron cot on the balcony of his yellow brick house in Teheran. They had gathered to face the facts: the country was disintegrating economically and politically. Husky Firebrand Hussein Makki spoke up: "My dear Pishva [leader], unless you control the army, you will have no security." The group agreed that the Pishva should ask the Shah for control of the army...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: IRAN: Blood in the Streets | 7/28/1952 | See Source »

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