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Next day Franklin Roosevelt weighed anchor. As his ship headed north and west into the North Pacific fogs, the President cast a line overboard. His catch: one halibut, one flounder. At Adak, an as-yet-uncompleted base in the Andreanof Islands, Franklin Roosevelt went ashore, amid fog and mud, for a six-hour stay...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: IDAHO,REPUBLICANS: The Waikiki Conference | 8/21/1944 | See Source »

...their craggy, flounder-shaped island (39,709 sq. mi., about the size of Kentucky), 120,000-odd hardy Icelanders trade in sheepskins, cod and herring, cod-liver oil, furs, some cryolite (an aluminum ore). Proud, self-sufficient people, they have a balanced budget and compulsory education. They have never had an army or navy. They have no beggars, not even a jail for Icelanders...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ICELAND: New Republic | 6/5/1944 | See Source »

Skillful German rearguards fitted the rains into the pattern of delaying action. Mines under the firm roads forced Allied columns to flounder in the gumbo beside the highways. Demolition charges toppled bridges into angry streams. Shielded by low clouds from strafing planes, the rear guards huddled in orchards and behind stone walls, sniped viciously with rifle, machine gun and mortar...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BATTLE OF ITALY: In Hannibal's Camp | 10/18/1943 | See Source »

...holiday. When it came, he found that the regiment did not let the holiday interfere with the regular day's work. Reveille was at 3 a.m., and before the usual breakfast time the men had worshipped dead Japanese in three separate ceremonies, dueled with bayonets, eaten some dried flounder, shouted "Banzai!" and marched up & down a mountain. Then they trained as usual...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BATTLE OF THE PACIFIC: How Japs Fight | 2/15/1943 | See Source »

...swept through behind you, fond Inch, swell-chested and sure. They doubted at first, but you never let us flounder, Inch. Swirl of summer heat, of lowly monetary battles, of drafting blue prints, of slowly rising waves, and the gay, milling mob mounting the crest of the stone-rimmed hill. You took us to the gods that were friends, with more yes and less no. The four of us, you with us, Inch, held fast to the heritages the banal would storm and rip open...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Wrong Font | 2/1/1943 | See Source »

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