Word: kept
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Algeria to Tunisia to Sicily to Italy, Noles was bitten by a sand flea. In southern Italy he came down with aches, chills and fever. Doctors said it was malaria, and dosed him with quinine. Off & on, after settling down again at home in La Grange, Ga., Veteran Noles kept getting his old aches and fevers. He had no pep, lost...
...Herald to publish any more stories on the houses, forced it to yank the fourth article a half hour before press time. Last week, after rereading the Bill of Rights, Judge Horrigan decided he had gone too far. He rescinded his injunction, but hinted that if the Herald kept printing such stories it might be found in contempt of court. Meanwhile, the project's builders had slapped a $100,000 libel suit against the Herald. Unperturbed, Publisher Lee said: "We'll keep on printing the news when, where and how it occurs...
Hundreds of the boom's new families were living in trailers; many were sleeping in automobiles. Drillers, riggers, roughnecks and roustabouts packed the juke-joints and short-order cafes (dry Snyder has no bars). Trucks hauling oil derricks half a block long kept the courthouse square grey with dust. With new motor courts, hotels, office buildings and theaters abuilding, bug-eyed citizens of Snyder were predicting a population of 30,000 by next year...
...largest Woolworth store opened on Houston's bustling Main Street. It cost $8,000,000, is completely air-conditioned, seats 150 at its lunch counter. On opening day, 40,000 Houstonians gawked at the big "History of Texas" mural between the front doors, rode up & down the escalators, kept cash registers ringing. Although most middle-aged people still think of Woolworth's as a "Five and Dime," the Houston store last week showed how great the change has been behind the old familiar red front. There were canaries for $9.95, fishing rods and reels for $15, mechanical trains...
...marriage of Porter and Katherine Moresby was obviously a flop and their North African jaunt was bringing out the worst in it. In the little Arab town of Bou Noura, they lay on a hotel bed fully clothed, getting drunk on a bottle of Scotch. A mosquito netting kept off the vicious flies, and as they talked, the star-studded African twilight fell and native drums kept up an insistent rhythm. Being wealthy and intense young New York intellectuals, Kit and Port Moresby glibly fell into lingo so appropriate that Noel Coward might have written...