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Word: minuses (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...each 5,000-ft. altitude mark, he checked by radio with ground-control technicians, monitored his instruments ("I certainly could not have died of boredom"). Then, at 0831, Kittinger checked his altimeter: 76,400 ft. An officer on the ground radioed the countdown: "Joe, it's X minus two minutes." Then: "X minus one minute...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARMED FORCES: Descent to the Future | 11/30/1959 | See Source »

...Syracuse (9-0)-threw Boston University backs for a minus 88 yds. rushing, won as it pleased...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Top Ten | 11/30/1959 | See Source »

...knew it. but D-day's luckiest augury was a pair of women's grey suede shoes, size 5½. They nestled in the command car of Field Marshal Erwin Rommel as he sped away from his Normandy headquarters on the morning of June 4, 1944, D-minus-two. Rommel, charged with throwing back any invasion attempt, planned to ask Hitler for reinforcements during his visit to Germany, but something more personal sent him on his trip. June 6 was his wife's birthday, and the Desert Fox planned to surprise her with the grey suede shoes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: For Want of a Shoe | 11/23/1959 | See Source »

...Minus Mathematics. William Stuart Symington III (he trimmed the name to W. Stuart Symington as a businessman, dropped the W. when he got into politics) was an "extravagantly beautiful" child, recalls his doting sister Louise. Absorbing the household's bookish atmosphere-adorning the mantle was a Latin motto that translates as "Life without literature is death"-little Stu read so avidly that the family called him "the professor." As his Christmas present when he was ten, he asked for and got a set of the Encyclopaedia Britannica...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: DEMOCRATS: Everybody's No. 2 | 11/9/1959 | See Source »

...Hyde Streets at the edge of San Francisco's Tenderloin and just a wiggle away from the city's sleaziest strip joints, slumps a scabrous nightclub called the Black Hawk. Its dim doorway belches noise and stale cigarette smoke. Against one wall lies a long, dank bar minus bar stools; a bandstand, just big enough for an underfed quintet, is crammed on the other side; stained, plastic-topped tables and rachitic chairs crowd the floor. The capacity, when everyone is inhaling, comes close to 200, and strangely, the crowd is always close to capacity. This week the Black...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: NIGHTCLUBS: Success in a Sewer | 8/3/1959 | See Source »

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