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Word: paled (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...handed over her five-story house with no strings. Director Plaut would have liked to raise $25,000 to remodel it, but the war held him down. He settled for $4,000, contributed by Institute members, painted the red brick front grey, the front door bright blue, the interior pale blue. He lighted it by fluorescent indirect lamps...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Plaut's Root | 11/25/1940 | See Source »

...spins now so strangely. I have heard Certain shrieks in Europe no mortal man Can hear, and bear with calmness his mortality ; I have heard the bones of a Jew singing of Germany. . . . -But most I hear a sound like a watch ticking. You hear it not? -You pale in railway-stations, You haunted in offices, you waking, you a-dream-Yon hear it not? Go to, go to, you lie-The hand shifts, the weight falls, the wheels turn ticking; The enormous Clock of Doom winds up to strike...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Poetry | 11/18/1940 | See Source »

...ghastly Koufman, and you're Ashley pale," Huey said...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BRAIN OVER BROWN 14 to 7, PICKLED BY SAGE OF AGE | 11/16/1940 | See Source »

...think you will not find this in a symphony like the Schubert Second, recorded this month by Howard Barlow and the Columbia Broadcasting Symphony. I think you will find that for all its charm the symphony is but a pale copy of eighteenth-century models. Perfectly constructed in every way, harmonically and melodically and rhythmically irreproachable, still it is patently thin. It lacks the emotional guts that made a Mozart E-flat or Haydn 99th great. In short, it succeeds only as a technical imitation. Compare another early Schubert symphony, the Fourth or "Tragic," with its eighteenth-century counterpart...

Author: By Jonas Barish, | Title: THE MUSIC BOX | 11/14/1940 | See Source »

...still left in the ballroom, came a great cheer of loyalty at the news that Willkie would soon be down. But not till 50 minutes later came a shout at the door. Into the room marched Wendell Willkie, head high, hair flying. Behind him stalked Brother Ed, pale of face, eyes red-rimmed. The crowd roared. Wendell Willkie wrapped a huge paw around a mike staff, flung up his right hand, smiled. The chorus welled up: "We Want Willkie! We Want Willkie...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Election: The Losers | 11/11/1940 | See Source »

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