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Word: green (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...just two cold epitaphs. "Chlorine gas fumes," said a British medical authority, "in a confined space like the interior of a submerged submarine, would cause early asphyxiation, immediately preceded by loss of consciousness." And over the spot in the Irish Sea where the submarine rested, there floated a new green buoy on whose side was freshly painted one big white word: WRECK...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: WRECK | 6/12/1939 | See Source »

...they print. Seldom is an attempt made to tell writers what to write or not to write. But worried publishers are quick to submit any doubtful work to the local party official. This gives the Nazis all the control they need. Book News (published in Berlin) now prints a green flimsy supplement headed "Expert Opinion." In one section are listed books to push, and in the other books to soft-pedal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Blood-thinking | 6/5/1939 | See Source »

...PROBLEM OF THE GREEN CAPSULE-John Dickson Carr-Harper ($2). A man is poisoned in the presence of three witnesses, none of whom can tell what happened. But ingenious Dr. Fell catches the culprit. Intricate and astute...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Mysteries | 6/5/1939 | See Source »

...breakfast time she found the sun had painted a pale glow over the downs and the sea moved in a light that somehow was more like silver than gold. But those rolling downs! Nowhere call there by another green quite like their shade in late May. A pastel tint, they lay, deepening the bollows to a hunter emerald. So she made garden throughout the morning, busy with tulip and dahlia tubers, hollybook plants to draw the bees, and the bitter tansy. The grocery boy came by with news of a herring run down at the Gut. He sniffed. "Seems like...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/5/1939 | See Source »

...spring. It was still spring late in the afternoon after the sunlight grew even paler and a slightly ribald wind swung in from the sea. The waves piled in on the tide, foamy against the rocks. She walked over the gray-green downs to the bluff. One by one the lobster men putted in toward the harbor in a single snaky line. Later the sim thinned out into a crimson wash in the west. A slight wispy fog made up. As she walked homeward along the shore around the harbor, a moon began to rise. It appeared diffused through...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/5/1939 | See Source »

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