Word: lynx
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Lynx-eyed watchers for signs & portents from the Soviet Union quickly noted that this order of precedence did not jibe with the photograph of the scene; in the picture, Voroshilov, not Malenkov, stood closest to Stalin. The discrepancy gave rise to subtle speculations: Voroshilov merely had the place of honor because it was he who was about to accompany the body to Sofia, but the fact that Pravda mentioned Malenkov's name first meant that the 47-year-old boss of the Communist Party organization was on his way up. Some watchers from afar were also disturbed...
Last week Gwendolyn Cafritz, lithe, lynx-eyed wife of Washington Real Estate Millionaire Morris Cafritz (rhymes with "Say Fritz") stepped forward to take Perle Mesta's place. From her luxurious mansion on Foxhall Road, Mrs. Cafritz issued invitations to a mint julep and steak party this week at the Cafritz estate. The guest list, if all showed up, was almost as impressive as a Mesta fiesta. Among those invited: Vice President Barkley, the John Snyders, the Clark Cliffords, Generals Omar Bradley and Hoyt Vandenberg, a hatful of ambassadors and Cabinet members, and General Dwight D. Eisenhower...
Since Ladd is a company policeman in the days when roadbeds were rough and railroading rougher, Preston winds up on the villains' or losing side. There are some handsomely photographed train wrecks, but except for Frank Faylen's lynx-eyed portrait of a killer, Whispering Smith is a conventional western in every detail. Its only novelty: Actor Ladd, familiar as a sleekly tough urban type, carrying two guns and looking pretty uncomfortable as they flap around his chaps...
...last week the Marine Lynx waited at a San Francisco dock to take aboard her cargo: 408 missionaries, including wives & children, bound for China and the Philippines to pick up where most of them left off five years ago. For those who had forgotten that Americans were pioneers, their faces were a reminder. Now those faces were set toward a frontier of Christendom. Seldom had travelers been so impatient to get under way. But Harry Lundeberg, boss of the strike-ridden Embarcadero, would make no exceptions. "We can't give 'em any relief," said...
...impossible. What the hell! They can save a few souls here while they wait." As sailing day came & went, a few missionaries went to look wistfully at the Marine Lynx, still in the battle grey of a wartime transport. Others hopefully kept their bags packed, swapped rumors at the church teas and receptions given for them. The bon voyage mass meeting at San Francisco's Opera House ran off as scheduled; 3,700 turned out to hear Mayor Roger D. Lapham and TIME'S Editor Henry R. Luce wish them well in the Christian task ahead...