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...this campaign. For distribution throughout the land it published a series of posters designed to make talkative Britons "tongue conscious." They show a furtive, ubiquitous little Adolf Hit ler, pencil & paper in hand, listening in to British conversations everywhere: curled up under a bus seat, in a luggage rack, against a telephone booth, under a restaurant table...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SPIES: Tongue Control | 2/19/1940 | See Source »

...long as we seem to be off on the track of innovations, might as well get in a mention of a couple of new ones. Victor has finally gotten a cheap but practical record rack on the market. Selling for seventy-five cents and holding twenty-four records, the rack is compact and quite durable...

Author: By Michael Levin, | Title: SWING | 2/2/1940 | See Source »

Said Publisher Bok: "My wife gave me a new gun for Christmas-but the Colonel gave me both barrels." Efficient Visniskki showed him how he could save the Ledger "a staggering sum." One way: to leave the middle paper-towel rack of three in the men's washroom empty. Another way: to get rid of Stanley Walker...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Return of a New Yorker | 1/15/1940 | See Source »

...Christmas rush. Bookkeeper Henry Nesbitt listed stacks of early gifts; Housekeeper Mrs. Nesbitt thumbed over the State linen, bargained with tradesmen, checked the storeroom's loaded shelves of cans and bottled goods. The cook pirouetted with dignity around the 24-foot electric stove, carefully sniffed the game rack, where hung pheasants, quail, ducks, grouse, and woodcocks waiting till they were high enough for a President's taste...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: Green Christmas | 12/25/1939 | See Source »

...shirt sleeves at his desk, grabbing by turns at the three phones at his left, talking to Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain, to Lord Halifax, to Secretary of State Cordell Hull, to Franklin Roosevelt. As he always does, Kennedy worked with windows thrown wide, coat tossed on a rack, vest draped over a chair, the sleeves of his hard-collared shirt rolled over his freckled forearms, tugging his black suspenders, cussing, grumbling incoherently, snapping popgun orders...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: FOREIGN SERVICE: London Legman | 9/18/1939 | See Source »

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