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Nothing to Do. "Around midnight, everyone crashes out into the street and runs through the fog and rain looking for something to do. There is nothing to do and the gin wears off and the thing ends in a steamy fish-and-chip shop or over a plate of spaghetti on toast...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Yank at Oxford | 10/24/1949 | See Source »

...each of his works Henry Green has tried to investigate a new condition of life. His special "experiment" (apart from tricks of punctuation that are usually more irritating than useful) is to catch his variegated Britons in a situation (blindness, old age, a dense fog) from which they cannot escape-"imprisoned in a rudimentary part of life," says Critic Henry Reed. Thus, Green's characteristically terse titles-Blindness, Living, Caught, Back, Party Going, Concluding-are like simple signposts indicating the general direction in which he intends to explore...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Molten Treasure | 10/10/1949 | See Source »

...more sunlight: a white shirt could be worn decently a whole day. Locomotives were allowed by law to give off nothing worse than No. 2 smoke (not as white as No. 1, but not nearly as black as No. 4). Householders were forced to burn smokeless fuel. When fog settled over Pittsburgh, it was no longer smog; it was fog...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PENNSYLVANIA: Mr. Mellon's Patch | 10/3/1949 | See Source »

...Over fog-shrouded Ganton course, the aroused British gave the heavily favored Americans a jolt. In Scotch-foursome play (where partners alternate hitting the same ball), a pair of 41-year-old Englishmen nosed out the cream of U.S. golfers-Sam Snead and Lloyd Mangrum-and won, one up. At the end of the first day's play, Britain led, three matches...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Steaks & Stymies | 9/26/1949 | See Source »

...hope that your elaborate spread on how we smog-eaten Angelenos all drive snappy Cadillacs into our private swimming pools doesn't create a stampede of suckers to come out here! It stinks out here; the phoniest town ever slapped together by stucco and fog, and sprinkled by glib-line underhanded promoters . . . "Go back East, young man, and eat again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Jul. 25, 1949 | 7/25/1949 | See Source »

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