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Word: heyes (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Master, always smooth and smart in a tough spot, was ready for them. News, hey? He'd give them news. Apparently he had rummaged through his desk for every scrap that came to hand. Smiling, urbane, completely at ease in the hot morning, he greeted the reporters much as a managing editor handing out the day's assignment budget. Frontpage, feature stories, straight news, inspirational chats, financial items...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Old Dazzler | 8/31/1942 | See Source »

...dining hall he suddenly found himself face to face with a man behind a table. "Selling stamps again," muttered Vag, as he tried nonchalantly to slide past the door unnoticed. "Hey, Vag," cried the man behind the table, who had once sat next to him in Economics class. "How about a pledge? We're trying to hit at least a thousand dollars this week--that's still way under what Yale and Princeton have been doing...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 8/19/1942 | See Source »

...Gallup-polled, said it animated their willingness to pay taxes. Since then he has tried filming such abstract subjects as Emotion v. Reason. High-domed Reason is personified as an automobile driver. Emotion is a caveman chained to the back seat. When they meet a pretty girl, Emotion yells "Hey, Babe," overrules Driver Reason's caution. Again Reason yields when Emotion suggests a little drink; they wind up in jail. But as regards babies and the U.S. flag, Emotion and Reason get along fine together...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Teacher Disney | 8/17/1942 | See Source »

...Hey, Alice" approach, however, is by far the riskiest, the "Alice" who responds will inevitably turn out to be that eager-looking individual you saw yesterday, the one who occupted the two seats across from you on the trolley...

Author: By Maud Eckert, | Title: Females Fill Halls, Steps, Lawns or Yard, But Who Are They, Anyway? | 7/22/1942 | See Source »

...last entry of Grays there was a group. A healthy-looking blonde talking fast to three boys, and another girl, with two males. Vag strolled over to Weld. Weld was easy. He knew that all you had to do was walk into either entry, call "Hey, Alice" loudly, and every door in the hall gave forth with a donation of eager women students. Vag tried walking up the steps indifferently, threading his way between the couples. It couldn't be done indifferently. He went into the north entry and yelled "Alice. Hey, Alice...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 7/20/1942 | See Source »

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