Word: poorly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...many an adult Briton could bear-and it was too much for one W. Wright-Newsome. He took.his troubles, as Britons will, to the Times of London. Wrote he: "The BBC seems bent on turning the children into a new kind of drug addict. . . . The poor children grow more concerned from day to day about what Dick Barton . . . may do next than about their futures or the future of England. My neighbors confirm that when they turn [him] off . . . their children regard them as . . . tyrannic giants...
...never heard of Milton Caniff's Terry and the Pirates, but every U.S. newspaper publisher has. Many a publisher spends more effort shaping up his comic page than he does in seeing that Palestine or North China is properly covered. Highbrows had once dismissed the comics as the poor man's literature; now to read at least one of them (usually Terry) was proof of being a regular fellow. (After all, hadn't Dickens begun Pickwick Papers as a text for a cartoon series?) Only the New York Times, among major U.S. dailies, refuses to run comics...
...seldom seen. He lives and works (12 to 18 hours a day) on the outer suburban ring of New York City, in a town with the confusing name of New City, N.Y. (pop. 992). Neighbors in the New City intellectual colony include Playwright Maxwell Anderson, Artist Henry Varnum Poor and Author J. P. McEvoy...
Foundries and factories all over Britain were shutting down. London Midland & Scottish long-distance trains were running three to four hours late because the coal supply was irregular and of poor quality. In Sheffield 20,000 steelworkers had an enforced six-day Christmas holiday while firms scraped together enough coal to carry on. Day after the holidays, absenteeism reached 80% in one mine. But 95% of the men showed up that night to collect their pay. The hum of industry was turning everywhere into a mournful wail: "We have only three days' stock of coal in hand...
...Poor thing, they said, she died only last year, young and far from home, carried off by the yellow fever in French Haiti. Lydia Bailey, late of Philadelphia, looked as pure and demure in her portrait (by Gilbert Stuart, of course) as only a heroine in a historical novel can look. Handsome young Albion Hamlin stared at the portrait, shivered, felt "something intimate and personal" catch at his throat. The time: 1800-05. The range: post-Revolutionary U.S., the troubled Haiti of Toussaint L'Ouverture, North Africa at the time of the Barbary Wars...