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Word: legging (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Sliver My Timbers. In Garden City, Kans., Daniel L. Osborn sued the oil company where he works, claimed that while on the job his wooden leg had been fractured...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, May 21, 1945 | 5/21/1945 | See Source »

...cattle he would sit down at the noisy living-room table and calmly work on his translation into Chinese of The Pilgrim's Progress. Or he might hitch up the horse to the ramshackle cart and jolt off over the moors to set a farmer's broken leg. Sundays, he often preached in a neighboring church...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Pilgrim's Progress | 5/21/1945 | See Source »

...like me? I dont like because I am offly ogly and always . . . hope to made another yourself!" From Mexico City he promised: ". . . Never more I will leave you. When I came back I will bring you to a plumber and let him put a ring which will enchain your leg to mine." When he learned that his wife's $500,000 case of jewels had been stolen, he wrote cheerfully: "Think if they had stoled Gloria!" In Fort Worth he refused to commit himself on exactly where he was: ". . . In an editorial . . . they criticise me as I never know...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Emotionated Singer | 5/14/1945 | See Source »

...such a thing. While Robertson's party picked its way over the girders, two Russian officers scrambled out from the eastern end. In the center, only a few feet over the swift-running water, the men of Eisenhower and the men of Stalin met. Robertson slapped a Russian leg and cried: "Hello, Tovarish! Put it there...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: Hello, Tovansh! | 5/7/1945 | See Source »

...told him to get a move on. When the lad stripped, we found he was wearing a coat of mail under his vest." ¶ Another entry in the Moran diary: "Just now a man was brought to my dugout on a stretcher. Half his hand was gone and his leg below the knee was crushed and broken. While his wounds were dressed he smoked, lighting a new cigarette from the stump of an old one. His eyes were as steady as a child's, only his lips were white. . . . My servant grinned. 'You always know...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Briton on Courage | 4/30/1945 | See Source »

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