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...Soon," "The Worry Wart" and "Why Mothers Get Gray" are gently comic memories of many an American childhood. "Bull of the Woods" goes all round a machine shop to show that there, too, human nature runs triumphantly rampant. And Williams' slackjawed, dust-caked cowhands, Curly, Stiffy, Wes and Soda of Out Our Way, have some of his friend Will Rogers' half-sad drollery. They are the working cowhands that Williams knew as a rancher ("when I was healthy an' didn't have this big belly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: I'm an Old Cowhand | 12/22/1947 | See Source »

Only once did he unbend, at a bibulous evening in the Hampstead House apartment of Luxembourg's Prince Jean, whose playful guests turned the soda siphons on each other. Also present, and splashed, was Princess Thereza d'Orléans e Bragança, youngest sister of a claimant to Brazil's long extinct throne and of the Comtesse de Paris. Mayfair gossips said that 28-year-old, moderately good looking, very rich Thereza had been picked for Michael's queen by Michael's experienced, appreciative papa, ex-King Carol. Thereza said there...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RUMANIA: Displaced Person | 12/1/1947 | See Source »

...deliver eulogies. One was slow-spoken 88-year-old Pragmatist John Dewey. The other was white-haired William H. Kilpatrick, 76, Columbia's fiery ex-professor of education. Both, in their time, had been rebels. They had come to honor a third. Boyd H. Bode (rhymes with soda) had walked in their steps in progressive education, but he was no meek disciple. "Whatever of mine goes through Bode," said John Dewey, "comes out different...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Rebel | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

...Soviet gods, and hung on buildings. Materials and labor skills which could have made houses everyone needed were used to construct gay, quaint booths for tea street fairs, where felt-booted citizens who tired of street dancing in the light November slush could buy (at fantastic prices) champagne, vodka, soda pop, bread and sausage. Truck-borne roving players mimed and capered on eleven bunting-draped stages in public squares. Fifty-three bands washed the Kremlin's golden domes with music. For three days factory wheels were still, and bureaucrats mercifully stopped pushing their pens. And on the fourth...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RUSSIA: The Root & the Flower | 11/17/1947 | See Source »

...these drinks and still the same only worse, not even happy. Another, dear! George-a fine party, George, am I glad we left that madhouse and came over here-how about two more with soda, George! Keep'em strong, strong, strong, and strong. Vag, Vag, come off it, boy it was only a game, wasn't it? Why let that rain the weekend, the Big Weekend, thought Vag. And then rush rush rush everyone out to dinner...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/14/1947 | See Source »

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