Word: joyfully
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...dues, and blackmail the czars of Hollywood on a Hollywood scale. Staring coldly back at Willie Bioff's fat, pointing finger was an all-star police lineup: Gunman Paul ("The Waiter") de Lucia; pistol-packing ex-Capone Muscleman Phil D'Andrea; Beer-war Veteran Charles ("Cherry-Nose Joy") Gioe; Machine-gun Expert Louis ("The Man to See") Compagna; Frank ("The Immune") Maritote, alias Frankie Diamond; 14-time indicted Ralph Pierce; John Rosselli and Newark's Louis Kaufman...
Trial Balance. Four and one-half years after his victory in Spain's rebellion and civil war, Franco could see little enough to give him comfort or joy. After months of slow disintegration, Spanish affairs were brought into sharp focus. Out of Spain last week came the clearest picture yet of a tottering regime. Franco's country, unreconstructed, is hungry, sullen, restive. He has not a strong friend abroad, and precious few at home. Of the two powerful allies who forged his victory, Italy lies prostrate, the battleground of foreign armies; Germany, no longer able...
Peacetime Ramadan in Egypt had children, rich and poor, wandering from house to house swinging red and green lanterns from poles, singing for candy and food. "Joy, oh joy," they would sing, "the Sultan's daughter is wearing a robe of bright scarlet red, bright lemon yellow. Oh, give to me as is your custom, and a very happy New Year to you." Now there is war: parents will not let their children out in the blackout; villagers do not like to give away any of their expensive, rationed food...
Three happy months at Harvard were saluted with songs, skits, and shouts of joy Sunday night when the men of Company A in the ASTP Unit here celebrated the completion of their first term of army-sponsored study...
...Joy, fantastic joy ran through me. . . ." But at that moment another detachment of prisoners passed on the street. "I lowered my head so that they wouldn't recognize me and I looked at their shoes, their wooden shoes, their torn trousers . . . these belonged to Jacques, these to Martin, these to Louis, dragging snow behind their weary steps; oxen driven back to the stables ... my own companions whom I was abandoning...