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...biting cold of winter from their widely scattered huts and hogans on the reservation. They were of all ages and most of them were wide-eyed and scared. None had ever been to school before. Almost none had ever seen a bed or a shower, or eaten with knife & fork. Only half could speak any English...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: In Place of Neglect | 5/1/1950 | See Source »

Singer Margaret Whiting was born with a silver tuning fork in her hand. Her father, Songwriter Richard A. Whiting (Till We Meet Again, Japanese Sandman, Sleepy Time Gal) was already a big moneymaker in the Pianola, windup phonograph and battery-radio era of popular music. Her aunt and namesake, raucous-voiced Vaudevillian Margaret Young, introduced such ragtime hits as Nobody's Sweetheart Now and Way Down Yonder in New Orleans. Sophie Tucker was little Margaret's red-hot godmamma...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Sing It to Me | 3/20/1950 | See Source »

...year-old Republican Senator Joseph R. McCarthy, an ex-Marine tailgunner who, in 1946, had defeated Evjue's good friend, Senator Robert M. La Follette Jr. In 1947 Parker dug up, and Evjue delightedly splashed across his front page, the fact that McCarthy had been compelled to fork over some $3,500 in back income taxes on stock-market profits when the Treasury disallowed some of his deductions. Last week, it was Senator McCarthy's turn to rub both Evjue's and Parker's noses in some old muck of their own raking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Mud for Muckrakers | 11/28/1949 | See Source »

...apple in his mouth. His 240-lb. torso was encased in lashings of brass, gold braid, ribbons and other ceremonial military finery, and he eyed the investigating committee nervously, as if he expected each man to pull on a chef's hat and test him with a fork...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INVESTIGATIONS: Friendship & Nothing More | 9/12/1949 | See Source »

...faraway look in the marinated eye of a waiter at Manhattan's Copacabana nightclub. He leaned back against a plaster palm tree, listening to the liquid tones of the songstress running over the lyrics of Bali H'ai. A yokel at a side table dropped his fork. The waiter glared, snatched up the fork, jabbed a clean che at the customer, and sank back against his palm tree...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: How to Melt Steel | 8/1/1949 | See Source »

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