Word: midafternoon
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...midafternoon of June 29, nearly everything was ready-at the American bases in the Solomons, and at the bases along the northeastern shore of Papua. Said one commanding general to his men: "You've got what it takes. The path won't be easy, but your guts will make you carry...
...Army sergeants, one a thin Dev onshire boy named William Brown and one a slight young man named Joseph Randall of State Center, Iowa, stopped on the Gafsa-Gabes highway at midafternoon to day, shook hands and slapped each other on the back. ... By the time the red sun sank splendidly behind western ranges British liaison officers were gradually filtering into Gafsa demanding: 'Have you Yanks got any beer?'"-from New York Times Correspondent C. L. Sulzberger's account of the first meeting of U.S. and British Eighth Army patrols, which took place between Gafsa and Gabes...
...nervous, impulsive bachelor, Grauman has not drunk for 30 years. But he smokes four packs of cigarets a day, plays gin rummy for high stakes all night, breakfasts in midafternoon. He loves gags and practical jokes, once got Marcus Loew to give an impassioned pep talk in a darkened room to 75 dummies; once persuaded Charlie Chaplin to enter a Charlie Chaplin impersonation contest. Chaplin won third prize: $1. Grauman credits all his success to "the Big Boss Upstairs"-"God," he says, "does my shows...
Nazi reconnaissance planes discovered a flotilla of powerful British destroyers which may have been steaming toward the rumored naval concentration off Tripoli. Swarms of Heinkel & Junkers dive-bombers swooped down on the destroyers in midafternoon, sank the 1,935-ton Lively on their first attack, were driven off by British Beaufighters on their second, sank the 1,695-ton Kipling on a third go and so severely damaged her sister ship the Jackal that the British sank her next day. The signs of increasing Axis activity might simply be provoked by an Allied success in the war of nerves...
Southern Pines. The President's staging was expert. His train left Washington in midafternoon, arrived in warm, pine-fragrant Georgia the next morning. He motored 40 miles from Newnan to Warm Springs under a cobalt sky, talked happily for a half-hour with Marguerite ("Missy") LeHand, his secretary for 21 years, now slowly recovering from acute neuritis [at the Foundation]. He drank his favorite old-fashioneds at a cocktail party given by Warm Springs Trustee Leighton Goldie McCarthy, 71-year-old Canadian Minister to the U.S., and went to his annual Warm Springs turkey dinner, twice postponed...