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Word: ll (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...boys who scramble for pennies along the trolley route from Yale out to the Bowl. The open trolleys, with raccoon coats and windswept skirts, clinging to the sides, are officially a thing of the past. People just don't take the trouble to pay for their ride, so there'll be shiny new busses by next fall...

Author: By Paul Back, | Title: Women, Whiskey, Accidents Flavored Huge Eli Weekend | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

...were somebody else's wedding, maybe I'd be as excited as the Americans seem to be. But it's the Royal Family and it bores me." A London cook and waitress politely declined a proffered holiday to celebrate the great event. "We'll go if you think we should, Madam," they told their American mistress. There were other Britons as apathetic, and some were downright resentful at the gushers of news concerning the wedding...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: W-Day | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

...approached the door of the House, asked jokingly about the budget. Dalton threw a jovial arm around Carvel's shoulders and, remembering that the journalist liked a nip now & then, said: "John, your whiskey is going to cost you a bit more from now on. You'll have to pay a penny more for your beer, too." Item by item the salient points of the budget came out in Dalton's banter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Bittern's Fall | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

...indiscreet hero: "Well, the English can't stand a man who is always saying he is in the right, but they are very fond of a man who admits that he has been in the wrong." Said one M.P. of the temporarily disgraced Dalton: "He'll serve his penance on the back bench for a few months-but mark my words, Hugh will get back...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Bittern's Fall | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

...Tell'em about Olga," suggested the patronizing, watery-eyed youth on his right. No, you boys wouldn't get it. Smiles. Genuine leering smiles. Vag pushed away his pie and stood up, tried. He stopped at the door and looked back. Well, I'll be saucing you. They laughed. Vag left...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/21/1947 | See Source »

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