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Word: hell (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...would be found to have turned after that award to the creator of The Yellow Cloth. The dead steelmaster's fortune has scattered libraries throughout the land, has endowed Carnegie Tech and founded the Institute which judged this painting. Oh hail! to the libraries and Tech and "oh Hell!" to the Institute...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Nov. 8, 1937 | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

...going to feign seeing something that we don't see. . . . How come Braque's wine bottle with ears, containing light colored fluid on one side of the bottle, dark on the other? Why the screwy perspective? Go ahead TIME, get hot, get arty as Hell, educate us ordinary birds who have our hair cut every two weeks. There are ever so many...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Nov. 8, 1937 | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

First to leave the session after this uncompromising document was thrown at A.F. of L. was tough Joseph Curran, president of C.I.O.'s new National Maritime Union. Asked why the meeting had broken up, he snapped: "Hell, you can't expect men to come out of a dead faint and go right on negotiating." George Harrison, added the hardboiled seaman, was "still quivering...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LABOR: Road to Peace | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

...handsome, attractive, and possessing the "initiative, ingenuity and abilities that are characteristic of leaders," Thief Conwell seems alternately proud and ashamed of his profession, was probably most sincere when he wrote: "It involves as much hard work as any other business. There is little thrill about it. . . . What the hell could anyone find to like about stealing, working hard all the time, always being likely to land in the can, paying over to the coppers and the fixers everything he gets...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Professional Viewpoint | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

...suite in Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria, was so agog he forgot to collect his key at the desk on the ground floor. Finding the door locked and his wife out, Ben Fairless asked a passing maid to let him in. Suspiciously she refused. So did another. "Hell!" snapped President-elect Fairless, "This is a fine pickle. Nobody knows me around here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: Big Steel, Little Stet | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

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