Word: notebooks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...year job to William E. Willett, another Dawson pal whom the Senate had refused to reconfirm as an RFC director (TIME, Dec. 24, 1951). Worst of all was Whitehair's arrogance. He told one admiral: "When you come in here to see me, bring a notebook with you." Navy Secretary Dan Kimball intended to resign a year ago, but stayed on because he feared Truman would give Whitehair...
...asked Santa Claus to give him time to think it over. Now Santa Claus is a busy old fellow-and sometimes a bit careless. And when he went away from his club that night he wrote down in his little red leather notebook: 'Marcus Strong-TIME.' And that explains how Marcus received last year his 'best Christmas present since...
From her perch on the edge of a bathtub, red-haired Denise Delfau swung her pretty legs and contentedly scribbled in a notebook. It was all quite jolly, except for the water that occasionally splashed on to her clothes when the naked, groaning creature in the tub thrashed in agony. And it kept Denise near her lover, a highly unrefined German named Friedrich Berger. For Friedrich, Denise performed the task of inscribing the confessions of French Resistance fighters who had fallen into the clutches of the Gestapo of Rue de la Pompe...
...every sinner's heart. To keep himself mobile, Billy clips a lipstick-shaped microphone to his necktie; an assistant holds the coiled slack of the wire, and pays it out to him as he moves about. On the pulpit, Billy rests two black leather books. One is a notebook containing a typed outline of tonight's sermon, the other a Bible. The outline Billy never mentions but fleetingly consults; though each new sermon is rehearsed before a mirror, Graham's delivery is always convincingly ad lib. The Bible Billy mentions constantly: "The Bible says...
...Brooklyn thrusts bravely upward from narrow sidewalks, a man emerges almost every day bound for Washington Square, a few blocks away. A weathered hat rides high on a head seeking to soar from squared shoulders loosely draped in an old jacket, from the left pocket of which protrudes a notebook. The face under the hat takes daylight as though it and the light and air are friends. Hazel eyes, which now seem abstracted, can, in the closer proximity of a room, . pierce disconcertingly or brim with laughter or mischief like a child's. The nose is strong, the mouth...