Word: dime
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Miss Claudius could be mean. She was always chasing children out of her littered yard, sometimes caught and beat them. Once she saw a man short-cutting through her yard, made him pay 10? toll. Miss Claudius probably saved the dime. She spent almost no money, had no heat, light, water in her house. For a bathroom she used the Ladies' Room at the Lincoln Savings Bank. At closing time one afternoon, the employes heard strange noises in the Ladies' Room. Miss Claudius was inside, reading aloud from a law book. She knew and could quote...
...around a leg of the counter, in order to retain his locus, he tried to decide what kind of a Valentine an athletic girl with blend hair and a tremendous appetite for expensive Scotch would like. Despairing of any rational choice, Vag grabbed the nearest "billet doux," threw a dime to the girl with the pasty smile, and releasing his hold on the counter leg, flew through the swinging door on a single bounce...
...Political notables in Washington, D. C. are a dime a dozen. Washington's biggest hero is the old "Big Train," onetime Pitcher Walter Johnson, who smoked them over the plate for the Washington Senators for 21 delirious summers. Most of the time since age caught up with his mighty right arm, forcing his retirement from the pitcher's box in 1927, Walter Johnson has raised pigs & cows on his Maryland farm. Last summer he broadcast the Senators' home games. As a broadcaster he was lousy but so great was his personal popularity that he twanged through...
With finer imagery than that of the better-known "Mountaineer Poet," Jesse Stuart, Still makes his child's world as bright as a new dime. It was not a world in which dimes were common. On the barren slope above Blackjack Mine, Bracky Baldridge owned a garden patch, a shack with puncheon floors, a black birch tree. When the mines along the creek closed one March, Bracky's no-good cousins, Harl and Tibb Logan, came to live with the Baldridges. The dried beans ran out fast. Then soft, lazy Uncle Samp came and stayed, his thin grey...
...again at Marlene Dietrich now that she has stopped wandering about the desert, strewn with ethereal white veils, and has made the transition to saloon hostess in the good old American Wild West. "Destry Rides Again," her latest vehicle, presents her in a rough and tumble burlesque of the dime quickies of the twenties. Dietrich, it will be generally conceded, has certain natural qualifications for the job of combination Mac West and Alice Faye: Hollywood has provided a script in the right mood; and the result is a motion picture capable of popularizing anything in a dress (Shirley Temple...