Word: frets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...move in her steel brace, she heard stove lids hurled, plates smashed, shrieks. Every so often 'Geechee would stagger in to reassure her: "Kate an' Raymond's fightin', but don't you worry." "The bacon done burnt itself up, but don't you fret." "Kate is chasin' Raymond thu the grove with a butcher knife. But you jes' lay still and don't worry." So now 'Geechee comes to see Mrs. Rawlings once a year. She is always a little drunk. She says "they ain't nothin' nobody...
...prophecies grew keener. In 1925 he saw other officers smile when he led the small Dutch Indies fleet far from its home waters-toward Malaya and Japan-to execute problems which involved many times the few ships actually in his command. "Don't fret," he would say, "the day will come when an English admiral, because of our superior knowledge of these waters, will ask us to command a combined fleet." The chief of the United Nations naval staff under Conrad Helfrich in Java this week is the Royal Navy's Rear Admiral A. S. E. Palliser...
They are inseparable from books like this, and it is idle for old South America hands to fuss & fret about them. The total picture is accurate enough-allowing for the fact that Gunther was in Latin America last winter and the tempo of changes in the Western Hemisphere is now geared to the tempo of changes in Europe. But for tabloid readability John Gunther can't be beat...
Department-store-keepers have another edge over most businessmen: they need not fret about prices. As everyone knows-including Leon Henderson-it would be virtually impossible to enforce retail price ceilings in the stores without a Gestapo (or even with one). Consumers thus far have ignored all price increases. Storekeepers' only real worry is inventories. By next spring their shelves will probably be bare of certain types of durable goods, and there will be no way to replace them...
...post-depression history of the U. T. has been comparatively uneventful. Aside from some occasional woo-pitching in the balcony, and the universal gnashing of teeth at any appearance of Dick Powell or Robert Taylor, the management has had little to fret about. Vaudeville has gone and egg-throwing has become a national issue. Even the materialization of Ann Sheridan on the stage of the U. T. has become an unfulfilled memory...