Word: heyes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...workless and always traditionless, without power to control its destiny. It was indeed most appropriate that he should register his discontent by killing Elizabeth, for Vienna is the archetype of the great city which breeds such a population. . . . Luccheni said with his stiletto to the symbol of power, 'Hey, what are you going to do with me?' He made no suggestions. ... It was the essence of his case against society that it had left him unfit to offer suggestions...
...professional debut at 14-in a stage prologue to Back Street, an Irene Dunne-John Boles special, at the Carthay Circle Theater in Los Angeles. She danced a Spanish number with her Aunt Elisa's son. Eduardo watched them from out front. "I said to myself, 'Hey, she don't look like no baby any more.' Then I decided it was time to . . . start...
...behavior of the Freshmen in Commons is not just bad. Brother, it stinks. Not one of those Fresh-men would think of entering a restaurant and yelling, "Heh, damn it all, where's our waiter?" Or later, "Hey you! Where the hell is our milk?" What kind of gentlemen are these? The waiters are perfectly willing to get anything they, ask for if it is possible, and all they ask for is a little Commons courtesy. Someday some waiter is going to get really good and griped, and bash somebody on the head saying; "Here's where the hell your...
...accompany a plane called F for Freddie and its crew of six. Theirs is an ominous journey-through cotton-wool clouds, across rivers like threads of dirty tinsel, above the grey, night-hung earth. The pilot-captain talks with his crew over the intercommunicating phone. To his Scottish navigator: "Hey, Mac, where are we now, as if you'd know?" Mac, indignantly: "I ken fine where we are. We're approaching Karlsruhe-famous for its breweries, you know." "O.K., let's go down and smell its breath." Over the target the mood changes. Flak (antiaircraft) and tracers...
...famous story is told of a truck-driver, halted by an imperious wave of the Kittredge cane one morning who leaned out of his cab and shouted, "Hey, Santa Claus, where do you think you're going...