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...nervous rattle and whine that cut through the smoky air was sad music to Oregon lumberjacks. It meant that the long, clear cry of "Timberrrr!" would soon ring out no more in the stillness of the forest-it would be drowned by the din of a mechanical buzz saw. The old hell-roaring, ripsnorting days of Jigger Jones (the Maine woodsman who could kick the knots off a spruce log with his bare feet), of loggers who slept with their axes and gouged out each other's eyes, would soon be gone forever. The Gargantuan legend of Paul Bunyan...
...pail-up it came with mire and mud. On to the next well. It yielded only a brownish broth . . . a field flask with drinking water . . . today in the East is worth more than anything that can happen to you. . . . We yearn for so much . . . for one hour without the din of battle, for one stretch of summer landscape that doesn't smell of conflagration and death, for one walk through a street of peace with children's laughter and clinking of glasses reaching your ear from a jolly window. Yet all this becomes threadbare and infinitesimal compared with...
...nation's pulse rose feverishly last week as riot ran loose in three industrial cities of the U. S. Public patience, strained by disputes that have been impeding the defense effort, cracked. But it was the din of disorder, not of disaster, that raised the national pulse...
...There was no "dog-show din." What TIME'S misguided reporter heard was a genuinely enthusiastic acclaim of the year's best actress...
...Shall Be No Night, rose to hand the Oscar for character to Jane Darwell (for Ma Joad, in The Grapes), the noblest Oscar of them all (for Kitty Foyle) to Ginger Rogers, who wept, screamed "greatest moment of my life" and fled back to her table amid dog-show din, to subside tearfully on the proud shoulders of Kitty Foyle Producer David Hempstead. Walter Brennan of the removable teeth got his third gold statue as the best supporting male (Judge Bean, in The Westerner). To stuttering, slue-footed James Stewart, who stood low in this year's forecasts...