Word: miller
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...three were TIME Senior Editor Joseph Purtell, Business writer William Miller, and Robert Boyd, TIME'S picture editor. They were there for a final checkup before doing the Sophie Gimbel cover story (TIME, Sept. 15) on women's fashions and the New Look. As far as the three of them were concerned, the showing went off without a hitch-except for a passing remark by Boyd that one of the elegantly organized models' slip was showing. It turned out that it was a lace-trimmed petticoat-and it was supposed to show...
...ready for it, Purtell and Miller frequently visited Sophie's workshop across the street from the TIME & LIFE Building and watched each step in the manufacture of her "creations." Says Purtell: "It was much easier than, say, trying to learn all about the auto industry in six easy lessons." Soon Miller was able to remark to Sophie with some assurance: "That's Italian satin, isn't it?" and to hear her reply: "You're learning fast...
While graduate students adjourn for a special meeting and a luncheon, Dean Mildred P. Sherman, Dean Wilma A. Kerby-Miller, and Susanna J. Ehrentheil '48' president of the student government, will speak to the undergraduates
...music of the git-fiddle thrummed through the hot Georgia night, setting nerves to throbbing in the little town of Euharlee. In the harsh, yellow light of a lantern, youthful Gordon Miller cried aloud: "I ain't had this power but about a month now. But I got the power now-I got the 'nointing!" From the box beside him came the whirring buzz of a rattlesnake. Cried Miller: "The word of God says: 'In my name . . . they shall take up serpents, and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them...
That was a year ago, and Miller's fame spread through the Georgia backcountry. Last fortnight he got up another shout in Summerville, a county seat in the northwest corner of the state. It started just before sundown, and by 10:30 the moaning and shouting and singing were going strong. Then Preacher Miller brought out the "salvation cocktail." He shouted: "Brother Davis, do you believe in the power of the Lord great enough to take what's in this bottle?" Farmer Ernest Davis, 34, grabbed the glass, took several gulps...