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Word: grins (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...father feels when he says good-by to a soldier son. Before the year was out, millions of Americans felt that they knew slim, tall (5 ft., 11 in.) Donel O'Brien, 20, a fresh, handsome kid with wavy blond hair and a quick, Irish grin. For twelve years, Howard Vincent O'Brien had been offering Daily News readers a pleasant column of unspectacular introspection called All Things Considered. The morning he said good-by to Donel, Columnist O'Brien caught the public where its heart is. His "So Long, Son" column stuck. Readers' Digest reprinted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Missing--Illinois | 3/27/1944 | See Source »

First Victory. Voronov worked around the clock. Dark circles ringed his eyes. He lost his quick grin. Time was an enemy too; the army's defects had to be whipped before it was too late...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: BATTLE OF RUSSIA: Cannon's High Priest | 3/20/1944 | See Source »

Dale Maple is a tall, quick-witted young man with a ruddy face and ready grin. Covered with scholastic honors from San Diego High at 16, he later went to Harvard. There he was bounced out of a German club for singing Nazi hymns, out of the R.O.T.C. for Nazi sympathies. The FBI looked him over, turned a fishy eye on him, but all was forgiven when Harvard-man Maple enlisted in the Army...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy: Nazi Bent | 3/6/1944 | See Source »

While many a student-soldier could close his books with a grin at the prospect of active service, the colleges were grey with gloom. Those without Navy contracts or women students were hardest hit: the Army planned to reimburse colleges for the balance of its go-day terms, but faculties had been organized and paid for the academic year...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy - School's Out | 2/28/1944 | See Source »

...with them. For myself, after four sleepless nights on a furlough ticket, mid bawling offspring, and with special attention to one dear three-year-old, name of Ralphy, who rode backwards in the seat ahead, chin hung over the back, drippin' orange juice, and with the most unexplainable silly grin on his face for a solid 600 miles, I will be content to go on running my chances at the Touraine with the multitude...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Lucky Bag | 2/25/1944 | See Source »

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