Word: fainted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...large part in the decision. Labor, in danger of losing the legal rights accumulated in the last fourteen years, has played this argument for all it is worth. Though Truman may not get a second term, even with labor's support, his party will have little chance murmuring a faint echo of the Republican song. But to come out strongly is to run a great political risk in a country that gives strong indications that it wants to return to the decepive "normaley" of the twenties...
...familiar: the dead air, the unnatural darkness, the faint smell of dust. People in Woodward and the other towns of the pan-flat Oklahoma-Texas wheat belt (which lost over 150 citizens in the disastrous twister of April 9) shivered when they saw the new storm coming last week. They assumed that they were still on the main line and dived for storm cellars. They were understandably hasty-the twister struck 40 miles south in tiny Leedey, tore it apart and killed...
...moon showed a faint tip over the saw-toothed mountains that circle the walled Korean capital, feeble lights went on in Seoul's tiny, one-room houses. White-coated Koreans gathered in little groups on street corners or hurried home to join curious family circles, and there was an unaccustomed murmur in the air. All through the city rustled the same earnest talk and in all the talk there was the one phrase "sin tak"-trusteeship...
...Mademoiselle?" asks the desk clerk, giving Vicky a fishy stare. "What has become of Monsieur Barton, your brother? But how should we know, Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle herself ought to recall that she arrived unescorted yesterday. Room 39? Room 39, Mademoiselle, has always been the lavabo. Mademoiselle looks faint, and perhaps is not well...
...first success came too late," says Author Caldwell. "I always loved clothes, for instance. I used to faint from starvation in the office . . . just to save money to buy them. . . . Now clothes don't mean anything to me." But a few months ago, when Critic Edwin Seaver suggested in the Saturday Review of Literature that "the specter of commercialism" was haunting U.S. literature, Author Caldwell (who is now vacationing in Paris and Rome) turned on him like a tigress. "My most 'lyrical prose,' " she retorted, "has resulted from the anticipation of big checks ... a new home...