Word: rivalled
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...proceeded at full speed on a route far north of her usual run, arrived in New York harbor the day after Britain declared war (Sept. 3, 1939). She was reported to have brought a cargo of gold worth $44,000,000. For six months she was berthed near her rival, the French liner Normandie. Dock rent cost Cunard...
...quickly silenced the hubbub over portal-to-portal pay suits. It had voted for unification of the armed services. It had managed to reduce appropriations from $1.2 billion to $2.5 billion (rival Democratic and Republican claims). It was not the Republicans' fault that income taxes were not reduced. They had tried...
Strange reports had come from the workouts at Belmont Park. The bred-in-Argentina halfbrothers, Endeavor II and Ensueno, were being ridden without saddles, their peon exercise boys astride nothing more comforting than white sheets. Clockers and rival trainers were impressed: those dark bays were moving faster in their morning trials than many good horses travel during their afternoon races...
...syndicated column, usually titled "Hollywood," written in prose of an inspired spasticity, daily gives her 22,800,000 readers the illusion that they have been behind the sets, the bushes and deep into some of Hollywood's better bed-&-bathrooms. This eminence Columnist Hopper shares (reluctantly) with her rival in revelation, Hearstian Columnist Louella ("Lollipop") Parsons, fat, fiftyish, and fatuous, whose syndicated column reaches some 30,000,000 readers...
...weeks of chitchat for Max-O-Oil Shampoo, at $150 a week. Hedda was terrible. But the next year she did a little better. Then, in 1938, Howard Denby of the Esquire syndicate came along-primed, the story goes, by the Metromen who wanted to set up a rival to Lolly Parsons. Hedda's first columns were terrible too. Hedda was too nice to people. "Look," Dema told her, "as long as everybody says you're fine, I like you, you're going to starve to death. Wake up. Be yourself." So Hedda honed her talons...