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...school, the other children teased him and made fun of him. At home, my mother, purporting to help him with his reading, would beat him on the head with the book and scream at him that he was no good, stupid, and would surely end up in prison. This would go on for hours...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CRIME: Billy & I | 11/30/1953 | See Source »

...Center began a special program of publication. Its myriad volumes and journals have complete documentation and absolutely no bias. The publications speak scientifically and sanely, thus incurring the wrath both of the old temperance people, who prefer the fanatical scream, and of the alcohol distributors, for whom even a whisper is too loud...

Author: By Richard A. Burgheim, | Title: Yale Center of Alcohol Studies Investigates Drinking Habits of Carefree Undergraduates | 11/21/1953 | See Source »

Awakening, the girl burst into screams of "Help, help," as he climbed through the window. The scream frightened the intruder back down the fire escape before patrolmen could arrive. Police said he was described as "short and thin, dressed in a dark suit," and has been reported seen before in the Radcliffe area...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Police Still Searching for Prowler After Assault Attempt at Radcliffe | 11/5/1953 | See Source »

...What no one will deny Kipling is his command of "color." "It made me crawl all up my backbone," says Sergeant Terence, recounting the welcome-home to Peshawar of returning troops, in Love-o'-Women-and so, too, does the reader's backbone crawl as the bagpipes scream in the dawn light and a cavalry band, "shinin' an' spic like angils," adds the rattle of its "silver kettle-dhrums" to the shrieks of the wives and the terrible notes of the Dead March, sounding gruesomely from a regiment whose colonel has been killed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Kipling Revisited | 9/7/1953 | See Source »

Just then sirens began to scream. A passerby, nonplussed by the strange goings-on in John's had called the cops. Since the diner sits on the border of three police districts, not one but seven squad cars converged on it. Laughing Bill did not turn a hair. He called the owner's son out of the back room and said, "Tell a good story. One I'll like." When cops came piling in with drawn guns, Bill beamed, the customers chewed hysterically and Morton Flicker explained that the trouble-just a fight between two drunks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: NEW YORK: The Great Ham & Egg Holdup | 8/10/1953 | See Source »

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