Word: hoosier
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...rifle range they burrowed into the cold Hoosier earth, tried out the Army's Garand. They passed the ammunition for 105-mm. howitzers. They dug slit trenches, staggered across swaying bridges of wire and planks (the less nimble tumbled six feet down into muddy water), paddled assault boats over mined, smoke-screened Driftwood River, grappled hand-to-neck while instructors barked: "Be ruthless-kill, maim, gouge his eyes, stick your fingers up his nostrils, give him a knee in the kidneys...
...wrote the news, and fewer still who broadcast it, could resist the purple technique of dire warnings, manic-depressive cycles, sweeping prognostications. Many a news commentator offered his audience little more than a 15-minute nervous breakdown. Not so Elmer Davis. His voice was calm, incisive, with a Hoosier twang as reassuring as Thanksgiving, as shrewd as a small-town banker. (He did not at once recognize his voice's value, offered to take speaking lessons; CBS officials fortunately knew better.) He never interpreted, colored or predicted: the grist from his mill was fact, ground fine and digestible, sieved...
...meters outdoors, he was expected to be 1943's supermiler. But in last week's mile Dodds lost to an unrecognized challenger: Earl Mitchell, University of Indiana senior.* Trailing Dodds by some ten yards from the halfway mark until the final lap, the Hoosier then licked Dodds by four full yards in the second fastest mile (4:08.6) in 36 Millrose Games. Fastest: Chuck Fenske...
...Middle-East airdrome an honor guard of U.S. flyers turned out to greet Hoosier Wendell Willkie, who shook hands with them all, asked each one where he was from, found none from Indiana. Exasperated, he turned to Major General Lewis H. Brereton, who explained: "Sorry, Mr. Willkie-all the Indiana boys are in the guardhouse...
...strictly Hoosier to think of embodying so hefty a theme in a book which in patches is light to the point of ribaldry. It is cheeky to call such a book a "white paper." But these days Washington is a breezy hub of the world, where cuss words, flippancy and wisecracks distinguish the august and the great. The Secretary of State lisps, and therefore says "Jesus Kwyst!," report Davis & Lindley, whose admiration for Cordell Hull's profanity and cracker-box yarns about mules, shirttails and barnyard fowl is right in the Washington groove...