Word: growed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...C.I.O. [TIME, July 24]. Put me down as one who says it is a fair, unbiased article. I find it refreshing to read something impartial about this movement. Here on the West Coast practically all the large newspapers are so violently anti-Administration and anti-labor that they grow hysterical when writing about the P.A.C. . . . Those who oppose the candidates and principles of the P.A.C. have for many years played and are now playing the same game. Where the P.A.C. puts out pamphlets, their opponents have the great majority of the nation's press at their disposal. Where...
...Cartoonist Milton Caniff (Terry & the Pirates), Composer Kurt Weill (Lady in the Dark). So did Helen Hayes, who lives down the river a way. So did several hundred less glamorous citizens-Italian and Polish truck gardeners behind the Hudson Highlands, and rock-ribbed Republicans who peacefully dairy-farm and grow cauliflower in the blue Catskill hills. Each did something about it in his own way: Playwright Anderson used his $180 from the New Yorker as a campaign contribution to beat Fish; Helen Hayes gave the voters a touch of histrionics-on-the-hustings; the hillside folk simply went...
...brush country back of Port Mozambique, Portuguese East Africa, where reeds grow shoulder high, terror stalked last week. Ferocious, fearless man-eating lions were eating more & more...
They started the Fisher Body Co. in Detroit in 1908. Fred was convinced that the lusty young auto industry would never grow into long pants until it gave up its wide-open touring cars for all-weather sedans. The Fishers concentrated on the mass production of sedan bodies, which were then hand-built and expensive. Their first big order was for 150 sedan bodies. (In 1941, G.M.'s Fisher Body division turned out more than 2,000,000 bodies...
That's what I want to get back to ... that world back home where a fellow can give the sort of welcome he ought to give to a litter of setter pups in the spring. To watch them grow up with all the other new, young things in a world that's bright and free. . . . Your loving son, Bill." In Normandy the ad caught the eye of an insulted soldier writer for a service paper called Le Tomahawk, who raised a tomahawk and went to work...