Word: sad
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...head of the Committee, General Charles de Gaulle answered for its actions. "Some day," he said, "a Yellow Book-a sad book indeed-will be published about the talks that took place between our Committee and the Allied Governments. You will see then that we did all we could. . . . We must recognize that [the Allies] have done much to help. . . . If their help has not equaled the high level reached by the men in the resistance movement, I prefer not to talk about...
Jimmy Savo had articles in both Vogue and Hobo News. Wrote the Italian castle-owning comedian in Vogue: "It is when I look at the map of Italy that I am sad, thinking of the poor mythical people living there in the little town within the walls of my castle." For the Hobo News the classically baggy and disheveled Savo explained: "My suit['s] . . . biggest advantage is that I can turn it into a night kimono after...
Comic Sourpuss. Star of the 48th News is its cartoonist, babyfaced, 22-year-old Bill Mauldin (onetime truck driver, Chicago dishwasher and sign painter), from Phoenix, Ariz. Mauldin's chief character is an unshaven, weary-shouldered, sad-eyed "Joe," the typical U.S. soldier learning war the hard way. Soldiers think he is so true to life that potent Stars & Stripes also runs him now & then. "Joe" seldom smiles as he goes through the trials of the soldier's life. Explains Mauldin: "Life up there isn't very funny. I was 18 when I joined...
...remember. He had done three books with drawings about Hell; in the last volume, Hell was equipped with all modern inconveniences, and the new rulers (Capitalists) referred to Satan as "the bellhop," "the rubberstamp." He had drawn, for the old Life and many other magazines. He had done simple, sad, angry drawings like the one in which the little boy and girl of the slums find their own words for a beautiful night: "Chee Annie, look at the stars, thick as bedbugs...
...since the Flood took place on New Year's Eve in some 50 U.S. cinegogues. On a screen wispy with angelic clouds, a clinching pair of lovers receded to a vanishing point and were replaced by a speck which grew & grew into the huge image of a gaunt, sad-eyed, solitary young man. His posture suggested St. Francis preaching to the birds, and the hysterical twittering of the audience sustained the illusion. The young man was, in fact, in his own peculiar way, delivering a benediction. He was singing, rather hoarsely and with incredible effectiveness, a little popular tune...