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...Spitfires went for the escort and the Kittyhawks went for the giants. The pilot who led the attack said: "Three starboard engines and the fuselage caught fire when I let go at the first plane and it hit the water with a sheet of flame belching from it." As the fragile transports went into the sea, said one pilot, "a mass of propellers filled...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: Wreck of the Flying Boxcars | 5/3/1943 | See Source »

Listeners heard the voices of the cavalry's rifles, machine guns, mortars, pack howitzers (jackass batteries) peppering a prepared position, the roar of flame throwers as the outfit took over a village named Little Tokyo. The accompanying explanation of cavalry's role in modern warfare was succinct and pointed. The all-Army cast was first-rate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: The Army Hour | 4/5/1943 | See Source »

...Hervey Allen has done, he says, "more writing than almost any American." Behind him are eight books of poems, five of prose. Toward the Flame is considered one of the best U.S. personal records of World War I (of which Allen is a wounded veteran). In biography his greatest claim to scholarly fame is Israfel (TIME, Dec. 24, 1934), a searching study of the life and times of Edgar Allan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Mighty Installment | 4/5/1943 | See Source »

Turning from war films for the moment, Hollywood has managed to turn out a timely, well-acted version of I. A. R. Wylie's book, "Keeper of the Flame", attacking hidden enemies at home...

Author: By B. S. W., | Title: THE MOVIEGOER | 4/5/1943 | See Source »

...yellow flame of the match penetrated the whiteness of the fluorescent light and it was a strange color and then it was all covered with blue smoke from the cigarette. This was Vag's fourth cigarette, but he was still on page 296. He looked at the book again and whispered the printed words. The Naval Officers marched past outside his window, and he stopped and listened for a moment. Then he looked at the book again. Everything around him was moving. The electric clock hummed merrily in its dark corner. The cigarette burned smaller. The marching died away...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 3/31/1943 | See Source »

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