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Word: sad (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...horsy set at the market town of Much Wenlock (pop. 14,149) were only too delighted to get into the act. Most of them had been too busy hunting all these years to read novels; they did not know much about the book's antihunting message or its sad ending in which the rapacious foxhounds chew up the heroine as she tries to save her pet fox from wicked hunters (one of whom had callously seduced her in an earlier chapter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Gone to Earth | 11/14/1949 | See Source »

...arms-that sweet, sad Face...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Get the Angle Yet? | 11/14/1949 | See Source »

Disillusionment spread through the camp: many a man had gambled his season's savings on the stampede, hardly knowing why. The miners demanded that the original nuggets be sent to Fairbanks to be tested. Next day a plane brought copies of the Fairbanks News-Miner with a sad story. All but two of the nuggets were brass. And the two (total worth: $2) were worn, as if they had been carried for a long time in a poke or pocket...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ALASKA: Gold Rush | 11/7/1949 | See Source »

...Salesman. Suave, grey-haired, medium-sized (5 ft. 10 in.), Loewy talks in a subdued voice that is, at the same time, apologetic and compelling. His face is reposed, gentle, sad, and as inscrutable as that of a Monte Carlo croupier. Obsessively shy, he is always "Mr. Loewy" even to his longtime associates. Even to those who know him well he is something of an enigma. Said one longtime acquaintance: "After all these years, I'm not even sure that I like him!" Everything he does calls attention,-with skilled showmanship, to his work, so that observers at times...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MODERN LIVING: Up from the Egg | 10/31/1949 | See Source »

...upon which the Gods were playing a melody of despair," it is wearying, 40 years later, to hear the same theme strummed on the same wet banjo: "The moan of the wind in the [South Carolina] pine trees was like the distant singing of the colored people, singing their sad song to a heedless...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Here & There | 10/31/1949 | See Source »

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