Word: posted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...post-war Advocate will first see the light of day on Monday, Mach 24, just five days before the start of the spring vacation, according to an announcement made yesterday by Donald B. Watt, Jr. '47, interim editor of the magazine...
...note, contrasting so sharply with Russia's frequent disagreements with this country, set the Capital buzzing with speculation about possible motives. Marshall was asked at a news conference whether he thought Moscow was trying to set a precedent to justify the Soviets' own post-war land acquisitions. He declined comment...
...time in her 67 years, Sally Elizabeth Richardson visited a beauty shop. (To a photographer trying to snap her picture under the dryer, she exclaimed: "My goodness! I wouldn't want anyone to see me in pins!") Then, her grey hair neatly curled, Miss Lizzie stopped at the post office for her mail and was swamped by letters of congratulation from ex-pupils all over...
...state superintendent, the county superintendent, the ex-county superintendent, and a principal from Moline-he used to be a pupil of Miss Lizzie-were all there. (The ladies of the church, worried about the right way to seat them, had written to Emily Post, who straightened them out.) After the pie and Pur Yesterdays, sung by the girls' octet, it was time for "remarks." The state Superintendent, at the peak of his form, called Miss Lizzie "an honored member of an honored profession." Then they gave Miss Lizzie the presents everybody had chipped in to buy: a walnut desk...
...makes most of his points on a leaping, twisting shot from a pivot post. Ambidextrous, he has a knack of changing the ball from one hand to another at the last second and getting it in the clear without a bit of lost motion. His height (6 ft. 5 in.), long arms and springy legs all help. But his prize asset is a big, soft hand with long fingers that enables him to shoot a "soft" ball; it seems to float lazily from his fingertips, either drops clean or drowzes tantalizingly on the basket rim, then falls...