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Word: sinkings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...final putts. Hovering over their balls were U. S. Open Champion Byron Nelson and smiling Jimmy Demaret. Nelson was away. He tapped his ball, sent it into the cup for a birdie 3, a two-under-par 69 and a 54-hole total of 212. Demaret had to sink his four-foot putt to win the tournament...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Jimmy | 3/11/1940 | See Source »

...showed only one second of play remaining. Lutz was given two free shots for a personal foul. This was as tough a spot as any basketball player could possibly be placed in, as to make one shot meant a tie and two, a victory. But Lutz was unable to sink either of his tries, and the game ended...

Author: By John C. Robbins, | Title: TIGERS EDGE QUINTET 33-32 IN PHOTO FINISH | 2/12/1940 | See Source »

When shrewd, alert little George Backer bought the New York Post last June, he knew that it was losing around $500,000 a year, knew also that he would have to sink more money in it. A city councilman (representing the American Labor Party) and philanthropist, president of the Jewish Telegraph Agency, George Backer at 37 was rich from the proceeds of his Manhattan real-estate business. He thought he could spare the money...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Face Lifted | 2/12/1940 | See Source »

Comic Fred Allen's self-written weekly scripts are regularly combed for libel, slander, offense to tender sensibilities. But now & then, despite radio's stout guarding, Allen manages to sink a punch line into some touchy solar plexus. He has never been sued for anything he has said on the air, but this season he has set a-storming: 1) Philadelphia's hotelkeepers, because of a crack about the size and appointments of Philadelphia hotel rooms; 2) the drug-store trade, over a yarn about a would-be pharmacist who "flunked in chow mein...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: Apology | 2/5/1940 | See Source »

...These hills are jist dirt waves, washing through eternity. My brethren, they hain't a valley so low but what hit'll rise again. They hain't a hill standing so proud but hit'll sink to the low ground o' sorrow. Oh, my children, where air we going on this mighty river of earth, aborning, begetting, and a-dying-the living and the dead riding the waters . . .?" Author Still restrains even this. His boy hero goes to sleep; another begins inattentively to whittle...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Mountain People | 2/5/1940 | See Source »

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