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Word: droops (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...press box somebody cracked that the catcher was throwing the ball back harder than Feller was throwing it in. Was the Cleveland Indians' great pitcher washed up at 30? As he plodded off to the shower, with the Yankees still at bat, Bob Feller was the droop-shouldered picture of discouragement...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Premature Burial | 6/27/1949 | See Source »

...Droop-eyed Cinemactor Robert Mitchurn, out on good behavior after serving 50 days of a 60-day stretch for conspiracy to possess marijuana, considered his carefree days in poky: "I had privacy there. Nobody envied me, nobody wanted anything from me. Nobody wanted my bars or the bowl of pudding they shoved at me through the slot." But things would be different from now on for the actor who had been a $3,250-a-week idol of U.S. bobby-soxers: "I'm typed-a character. I guess I'll have to bear that all the rest...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: After Due Consideration | 4/11/1949 | See Source »

...Pictures are getting so long that they "droop and die in the middle...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: What's Wrong with the Movies | 2/28/1949 | See Source »

During the wartime food shortage, researchers noticed a curious thing about the health of chickens. Well-housed chickens, deprived of animal-protein foods, began to droop and look sickly. Chickens living in dirty, littered henhouses did all right, even on a poor diet; but when the henhouse litter was cleaned up, they began to droop too. This was especially interesting to six Lederle Laboratories researchers who guessed that something in the chicken litter was supplying some mysterious factor the chickens needed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Hint from the Henhouse | 8/30/1948 | See Source »

...whistles scream and all over the town men and women scramble into their clothes and come running down to the Row to go to work. . . . The canneries rumble and rattle and squeak until the last fish is ...canned ...and the dripping, smelly, tired . . . men and women straggle out and droop their ways up the hill into the town and Cannery Row becomes itself again-quiet and magical...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: FISHING: Where Are the Sardines? | 10/13/1947 | See Source »

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