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...meat famine will end soon. Butcher-shop counters should soon groan with beefsteaks and pork chops...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: U.S. At War: Meat Is on the Way | 7/19/1943 | See Source »

...year ago today," he said, "the dimming lights of Bataan's forlorn hope fluttered and died. . . ... Our flag lies crumpled, its proud pinions spat upon in the gutter; the wrecks of what were once our men and women groan and sweat in prison toil; our faithful Filipino wards, 16,000,000 souls, gasp in slavery...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: Prayer on an Anniversary | 4/19/1943 | See Source »

...tried vaudeville, playwrighting, stage and cinemacting without success. To earn a living while pursuing these arts he trimmed cigarstore windows, wrote insurance-company maxims (sample: "Sleep with your windows open and your mouth shut") and lectured high-school students on the benefits of drinking milk. Audiences used to groan when his subject was announced...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: What a Family | 4/12/1943 | See Source »

...regard to the article "The Army's Stomach" [TIME, Feb. 15] I would like to say a few words. According to the recent survey hots dogs are the soldiers' favorite meat. This, gentlemen, is absolutely "bunk." . . . Every time we have hot dogs the soldiers wail and groan. . . . The only reason we eat hot dogs is because they're served to us so often...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Mar. 15, 1943 | 3/15/1943 | See Source »

...three legged ed room chair. Trying to find a safe spot in the day-light was bad enough, but in a blackout--Vag swore softly. Then the match went out. Slightly scorched, Vag disencumbered himself and grasped the nearest solid object to heave himself up. With a groan the table collapsed, spilling comment books about him. That was the last straw. The paper should wait. Vag groped for the comment book, and propping himself securely in the corner, started at the pages by the dim light of his last match...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 2/1/1943 | See Source »

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