Word: grew
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...director, that a recipe had turned out extraordinarily well and would somebody from TIME like to come down and taste it. Somebody always did, and took the recipe home for his wife to try. As Miss Arfmann's list of approved (as both unusual and practical) recipes grew, we began mailing some of them out to food stores to be displayed with their goods. Customers tried them and asked for more. So did many of us here at TIME-to our complete satisfaction and, in my case, expanded girth...
Fifty-two-year-old John Hynes is more a career civil servant than a politician, but he grew up in Boston's rough & tumble Irish politics. He quit school at 13, in the days when the help-wanted ads said "No Irish Need Apply," got a high-school education and law degree at night schools. He had climbed to the city clerk's job, traveling part of the way as an ally of Curley. When Curley went to jail, City Clerk Hynes became temporary mayor, bitterly offended Curley's City Hall crowd by his efficiency and honesty...
Coca-Colonized? As the Foreign Ministers continued their talks in the Parrot Room of the French Foreign Ministry, Schuman grew increasingly nervous. With a foreign policy debate scheduled in the French Assembly next week which could easily topple France's shaky cabinet, he kept Premier Bidault constantly informed of the trend of talk at the Quai d'Orsay, and once Acheson and Bevin had to wait while Schuman rushed off to brief an emergency cabinet session. The Reds promptly set up a howl that Schuman was selling France down the Rhine. The Communist L'Humanité gibed...
Power Hitter. The tight-lipped brothers are masters of a tightly run empire with an estimated net worth in excess of $65 million. Its citadel is the sprawling Western Cartridge Co. at East Alton, Ill., on the Mississippi bluffs just north of St. Louis. This huge plant grew out of a blasting-powder business which their father, Franklin, founded...
Little did Cooper know what he was in for. The need to paint nothing in a know-nothing way grew on him day by day. He began getting up at 5 a.m. to start "work" on his pictures (abstractions done in watercolor, brown ink and pasted scraps of paper). To keep his art "automatic," he read the Book of Psalms while his hands did what they pleased. He became a vegetarian ("I don't think I could have worked so long on roast beef") and, what was more important, he found a dealer. Cooper's labors, on exhibition...