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Word: kicked (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...reported 200,000, he boasted. It is undeniable that the appeasers are anxious that Coughlin's paper should be more widely read. It is equally undeniable that the distributors of this "pure American" magazine know they have something to hide when they block the view of its sale and kick photographers' cameras around the street...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Still Kicking | 4/21/1942 | See Source »

...violating the Federal Food, Drug and Cosmetic Act. Their brew was found watery. Said Assistant U.S. Attorney John C. Ray: "Chemical analysis shows that the dilution [of Glyoxylide] is so infinitesimal that it would be like dumping a cocktail in the Detroit River and expecting to get a kick out of the water going over Niagara Falls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: No More Pandiculation | 4/20/1942 | See Source »

...Favorite Blonde (Paramount) is sun-kissed Madeleine Carroll, nut-brown as a honey bear from her recent Bahaman excursion (TIME, March 9). This time she is the favorite of Comic Bob Hope, who blissfully lets her kick him around for ten reels of good slapsticky melodrama which all concerned seem to enjoy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The New Pictures, Apr. 20, 1942 | 4/20/1942 | See Source »

...children who promised to be good all week if they could see a Chaplin comedy, the bantam tramp with his flapping shoes, battered derby hat, jaunty bamboo cane, absurd black mustache, shabby, defiant clothes, is not dated. The craftsmanship of his effortless performance-the innocent waddle, the peculiar childlike kick, the desperate elegance, the poignant gallantry-is still high comedy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The New Pictures, Apr. 6, 1942 | 4/6/1942 | See Source »

...bothered. He paced up and down the room, stopping every so often to kick an old copy of the "Lampoon" under the studio couch. This war was getting under his skin. Once this compulsory athletic program begins I won't even be able to stand up, much less walk around, he thought as he collapsed into an armchair. Stretching out a languid hand for a quick-energy chocolate bar, he reflected on the meagreness of the evening meal. A man needed more than that under his belt after four weary hours in Harry's Club. He'd really learned...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE VAGABOND | 3/18/1942 | See Source »

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