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Word: pints (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...blood drive, completed last Tuesday, reached within 14 pints of its 200 pint quota. Jay Fialkow '48, PBH vice-president, declared the drive successful, pointing out that the 186 pints received from students earlier this week topped last year's quota by a considerable amount...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Poor Eat Turkey; Blood Drive Ends | 11/28/1947 | See Source »

ERMINE WINS, MINK 2ND IN MET OPEN, headlined a who-wore-what story in the tabloid Mirror. Newsmen blinked at luscious Lucius Beebe, one of their alumni, who spent the whole evening at the bar with a pint-sized companion, both wearing silk hats. No really well-dressed man, sniffed Hearstling Cholly Knickerbocker, would wear a top hat with a dinner jacket...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Fun at the Opera House | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

There were only eleven students; if they could find a twelfth, they could buy their dancing lessons cheaper. They descended on a pint-sized teen-ager backstage in a Dresden theater who had hopes of becoming a stage designer. How would he like to study under Dancer Mary Wigman, the new rage of Europe? He was willing: Before long, Harald Kreutzberg was the prize...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Very Funny, Very Sad | 11/17/1947 | See Source »

...Cats. The defense, quite naturally, did not take kindly to the ghosts. Accusations and name-calling turned the hearing into bedlam. Under the bullfrog blustering of Santo's lawyer, swart, strutting, pint-sized Harry Sacher, some witnesses wilted. Others roared back. Into the record went such words as "bum," "parasite," "derelict," "stool pigeon," "police spy," "informer," "bigamist," "white slaver," "Muttel the Goniff" (Yiddish for Max the Thief...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COMMUNISTS: Ghost Story | 9/29/1947 | See Source »

...when he got lost near Rhinebeck, he turned into a farm for directions. "The farmer was painting his barn and the Boss drove up beside him. 'Can you tell me where the Halton place is?' the President asked. The farmer looked down at . . . the President, spat a pint or so of tobacco juice past the car, and motioned. 'Down there, about a quarter of a mile.' 'Thank you,' said the Boss. The farmer grunted without turning, 'That's all right...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Presidential Detail | 9/15/1947 | See Source »

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