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Word: misted (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Republicans, his smiling wife Mabel passes out angel-food cake recipes while Doug attacks Wayne Morse ("that fellow has gone back on his word so many times that nobody can trust him") and reminisces about his Oregon youth ("The only reading matter we had was the St. Helens Sentinel-Mist, the Bible and the Sears, Roebuck catalogue"). Glowed a recent convert to McKay's cause: "Just look at old Doug-the second Cabinet member* Oregon's ever had, and he's cornier than ever...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: OREGON: Born to Be Enemies | 10/29/1956 | See Source »

...gulped, audibly, regrettably, and made for fresh air. The mist was a sweet but persistent spit now, and we gathered up our pluck and struck off on Fountain Ave. As we passed Primrose Path, Ash Ave., Indian Ridge, and a few other bustling thoroughfares, we remembered the recent experience there of an anarchic friend, told us in the cheerful atmosphere of the Adams House Dining Hall...

Author: By Gavin R. W. scott, | Title: Tombs, Trees and Corporate Profits | 10/24/1956 | See Source »

...motorized lawn-mower, and said, 'Hey, Mac, put on your shirt,' so I said, 'Listen, buddy, I got more clothes on than most people around here,' at which point he spun around his machine in search of greener laws to mow." We stuck in our shirt-tale and the mist thickened...

Author: By Gavin R. W. scott, | Title: Tombs, Trees and Corporate Profits | 10/24/1956 | See Source »

...lost in thought under a tree there when he was informed that he had been nominated to the Presidency. Of course, we too were lost in contemplation, but since no one rushed to inform us of any impending elections, or great poetical thoughts, we just thought of the mist and the rain...

Author: By Gavin R. W. scott, | Title: Tombs, Trees and Corporate Profits | 10/24/1956 | See Source »

...over Farmer Joseph Philp's sprouts patch, 600 yards away. Suddenly he felt his wheels touch down-too soon. Ramming his throttles forward, he tried to climb skyward. At that moment the airport greeters had their first horror-stricken sight of the Vulcan, a monstrous shadow in the mists at the runway's threshold. It was in trouble. Pilot Howard passed the word, "Abandon ship!" He and Sir Harry, in their ejector seats, shot upward from the aircraft, and their parachutes blossomed in the mist. But for the other four members of the crew, whose only exit...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Hero's Welcome | 10/15/1956 | See Source »

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