Word: poorly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...hand combat (barring knives, garrotes and guns). Among these were their own jumpmaster, a handsome golden-haired lieutenant who used to sell insurance, and their colonel, a 1938 West Pointer. When their C-47 troop carrier took off on Dday, a grimy mechanic waved and grinned. "Them poor goddam krauts," said he. The Indians' D-day assignment was tough enough to match their blood lust- dropping on the peninsula behind Cherbourg and blowing up approach roads to airfields where later paratroopers would land. Word trickled back to their base last week that at least some of them...
...evening was warm. The Yard, as ever on such spring evenings, was restless. Two Harvard freshmen strolled down to the Charles's grassy banks. They were Peter Varnum Poor, son of famed Painter Henry Varnum Poor, and Craig Philip Gilbert, son of a Manhattan lawyer. A group of high-school boys shouted at them, but they paid no attention...
...group closed in. One of them asked the freshmen: "Are you Jews?" Poor and Gilbert made no answer, tried to hurry on. Two pursuers blocked their path, insisted: "Are you Jews?" "No," said Poor. He was not-Gilbert was. They quickened their pace. When Poor, to cover his nervousness, reached into his pocket for matches to light a cigaret, one of the gang yelled: "They have a knife!" Seven or eight boys leaped on the two freshmen. Badly mauled, both spent the night in Stillman Infirmary, Peter Poor had two stitches taken...
...operators attributed their poor showing to: 1) a 10% cut in passenger fares last July; 2) increased ground costs...
...listening to Billie for a long, long time, and are on the verge of either turning square or going over the hill to New York, you will be able to get some amount of kicks out of one or two of the local jump bands. The best of a poor lot of these bands is probably Sabby Lewis, who once in a while looks up from the book and plays something resembling good jazz. When this is over everyone orders another bottle of Pick-wick, adjusts his dark glasses, and sighs nostalgically for the days when Coleman Hawkins really "carved...