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Word: doored (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...stacked on his ash-blond desk. He worked silently, sending out blue memo slips with terse messages, e.g., "O.K., I'll go along with this," or simply. "Let's talk." He finished his correspondence by 9 o'clock. Then, one by one through his brown Fiberglas door curtain came the top officers of Pride's Seventh Fleet for a conference. Pride greeted them quietly. These were men who measured up to his half-joking credo: "If you find the right man for the right job, you don't have to work nearly so hard yourself...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: PRIDE OF THE SEVENTH FLEET | 2/7/1955 | See Source »

...Year's ball at the Ambassador Hotel, Serge turned up with seven girls. It was his habit to distribute house keys to his inamoratas (so that he would not have to trouble himself to walk downstairs when he summoned one late at night). Rubinstein would change the front-door lock whenever he got a new platoon of girls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CRIME: The Scoundrel | 2/7/1955 | See Source »

Villers refunded money for many of the tickets at the door last night, but those still holding tickets should take them to the CRIMSON building at 14 Plympton St. for their refund. "We are sorry about the inconvenience to the many who showed up," Villers said...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 'Grapes' in N.Y., Wrath Here | 2/3/1955 | See Source »

...unnoticed into the presidential box, fired a bullet into the back of the President's head, and escaped across the stage to his horse in the back alley. Where was Lincoln's bodyguard? John F. Parker, of the Washington police force, was drinking at a bar next door; he had deserted his post at the door to the presidential box, through which the assassin passed. Who was Parker? A questionable type with black marks on his police-force record (all kept from Lincoln). There was an uproar from the theater and a terrible cry that the President...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Minutes of a Murder | 1/31/1955 | See Source »

...Word. In Fort Worth, Mrs. M. E. Johnson complained to the city council that her tavern business was suffering from a plague of divinity students who clustered so thickly outside her door preaching sidewalk sermons that prospective customers had to elbow their...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Jan. 31, 1955 | 1/31/1955 | See Source »

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