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Word: shouted (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...politically wise crowd needed no coaching to guess that prominent among "others of our enemies" was the Republic of France. They cried "Tunisia!" "Corsica!" and "Down with France!" and from one end of the square came the optimistic shout: "On to Paris!" An official order bade Italians put away their flags until Madrid falls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: On to Paris! | 2/6/1939 | See Source »

Meanwhile in Italy a studied unofficial campaign against France continued. The controlled press fumed against "French provocations" and in every Italian city of any size "spontaneous" delegations of school children, excused from classes, were sent tramping through the streets to shout "Down with France! Tunisia, Corsica to Italy!" Some 1,000 Nazi Strength Through Joy visitors in Naples enlisted for one of these parades to show the "solidarity"' of the Axis...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Algiers to Alsace | 12/19/1938 | See Source »

...five years Ma Lester, in Tobacco Road, has said to her rapscallion husband : "You're a sinful man, Jeeter Lester, and you're going to Hell." Claiming that he had her fired for refusing to shout "Hell" at the top of her lungs, Ann Dere, who had played Ma for two years, sued James Barton (Jeeter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theatre: Show Business: Dec. 12, 1938 | 12/12/1938 | See Source »

...Eicken gave Hitler a small amount of morphine as a sedative the Chancellor slept for 14 hours. "I was quite concerned" . . . said the physician. After the operation, he continued, "I warned him to speak softly for a few days, and against letting his emotions lead him to shout and scream loudly. ... He admitted he had been told that before, but forgot himself during a speech...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Hitler's Throat | 11/14/1938 | See Source »

...born, Vag learned to love trains. The whole atmosphere of the town was railroadish. It was a division point on a large system, and the train-smell and train-noise filled the air constantly. Petit Vag used to watch the heavy freights groan out of the yards, shout defiance to nature and the elements, and attack the mountain grades--and many times his heart rode the cowcatcher of a mighty 16-driver Mallet engine, or nestled in the cupola of a caboose. Every night at 8.30 he lay in his bed and slept not until he heard the roaring exhaust...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/10/1938 | See Source »

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