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Word: pile (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...home in the Reich," but that was small change. More significant was the Nazis' tolerance in letting Hungary grab Carpatho-Ukraine. A smart stealing-casino player does not mind an opponent's getting a trick if he has the card that will steal his whole pile...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: Surprise? Surprise? | 3/27/1939 | See Source »

While the WPAsters still worked on at their regular $94-a-month salary, the Illinois Symphony actually began to pile up a profit at the box office. The size of this profit put it in a different class from most other WPA orchestras, enabled it to pay the high performance royalties asked by such ace contemporary composers as Dmitri Shostakovich, Serge Prokofieff, Paul Hindemith, Jean Sibelius...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: WPA Maestro | 3/27/1939 | See Source »

...plan provides that the British would pay their debt in tin from South Africa, chromium from Rhodesia, tungsten and antimony from China and British Burma, and other materials. They would be kept in a government stock pile on reserve for emergency...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: British, U.S. Control of War Supplies To Check Fascists Is Urged by Elliott | 3/25/1939 | See Source »

...appeared briefly on the Boston scene Tuesday to autograph copies of his latest book, "Wickford Point," which features a Harvard Housemaster turned novelist. Seated behind an imposing pile of his latest works, Marquand was guarded from a rush of autograph-seekers which failed to materialize, by an efficient lady literary agent and a high-brow sob sister from the Transcript (pronounced Trahnscript) for which he worked in its palmier days...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: J. P. Marquand, Boston Satirist, Found How Culture Feels While at Harvard | 3/24/1939 | See Source »

Strength already flowed back to him as he watched his Martini being mixed. The bartender slid the glass towards him, then drew it back and whistled between his teeth. "Say, you're a student, ain't you?" The question upset the proctor. He thought of the pile of unread books on his desk and nodded. "Too bad, too bad," the bartender commented sadly. "We can't serve drinks to students. Company rules, you know...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Crime | 3/23/1939 | See Source »

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