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After jotting down names of the invaders Chief Randall sent them paintless and disenchanted into the mist. "We got one of 'em that had blue all over his hands," the Chief confided...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ELIS INVADE | 11/20/1947 | See Source »

...true "Glasgow weather," some 30,000 Glaswegians gathered one day last week at the rain-drenched, mist-shrouded shipyard of John Brown & Co. There they cheered as Princess Elizabeth, in a new green coat and beret-like hat, with young Philip Mountbatten at her side, swung a bottle against the towering bow of the new Cunard White Star liner Caronia. Down the ways slid the 34,000-tonner, the biggest passenger ship launched anywhere since the war. The hull was towed to a dockyard basin, where it will need another ten months of outfitting before it is ready for service...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Great Gamble | 11/10/1947 | See Source »

...towering height dwarfed the battered buildings of the blitzed waterfront. The tugs chugged alongside. Antlike figures made fast the tossed lines. The town band, percussive and perspiring, panted with bravura through the Merry Widow Waltz, Pomp & Circumstance, and struck up the great invocation: Rule, Britannia! Through the mist in some watchers' eyes the colossal Cunarder wavered moltenly. Even Colonel Blimp blew his nose with a Tory blast prolonged by the boom of the great ship's sirens, which are pitched two octaves below middle A and audible ten miles across the downs. On decks and dock, the handkerchiefs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PERIPATETICS: The Queen | 8/11/1947 | See Source »

...motives of the Brewster investigation got lost in a Scotch mist, while front pages bloomed with a mixture of cheesecake and pious duckings about "babes, booze, and brass." Then came the names...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INVESTIGATIONS: Check, Please! | 8/4/1947 | See Source »

Fighting Quaker. Where did this terror of the tycoons, this gorgon of gossip, spring from? Like most great legends, Hedda's girlhood, as she recalls it, is swirled in mist, lit by occasional flashes of fire. She was born Elda Furry, in Hollidaysburg, Pa. (near Altoona), in 1890. Her father, a meat dealer descended from a long line of Quaker ministers, begot a long line of children (nine), of whom Elda...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The Gossipist | 7/28/1947 | See Source »

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