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Word: soot (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Sergeant Richard Harding Davis* liked Stoke-on-Trent, for all its soot. Out of all the millions of G.I.s (who, on the banks of the Meuse and the Danube, in the shadow of the Colosseum and the Taj Mahal, yearned for the corner drugstore), Davis longed only for Stoke...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: No Place Like Stoke | 7/1/1946 | See Source »

...mill modern, is a rarity among millowners in the "Black Country." Many a third-or fourth-generation industrial family is as encrusted with habit and stifling tradition as their mill towns, nestling like ugly blackheads on the face of one of England's greenest regions, are encrusted with soot and smoke...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Pattern in Cotton | 6/24/1946 | See Source »

...time, in other respects, was not kind to Greenwich. Like an ugly fungus, London crept around King Charles's royal park. The city's smoke blinded the telescopes, corroded metal parts, covered lenses with soot. Electric railways interfered with magnetic observations. Worst were street lights, whose glare outshone the Milky Way. Only British astronomers could have hung on so long...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Deserted Meridian | 4/29/1946 | See Source »

Thirty million other Britons, straining to shake off the psychological soot of war, were set for a whopping vacation binge. Brighton, finally rid of barbed wire and pillboxes, was triumphantly ready for the Easter trade. Yachts and motorboats, many of them veterans of Dunkirk, were fought over by sea-hungry landlubbers. Butlin's popular seaside camps, the workingman's country clubs, had more customers than they could handle. While most people wanted to get out of the city, some provincials wanted to get into it: Thomas Cook & Son offered an eight-guinea ($34) junket to London, complete with...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: EUROPE: Holiday | 4/22/1946 | See Source »

...windows, partly covered by ripped shades, were grimy with soot. The plaster on the walls and ceiling was cracked. The room was cold; the 39 men and one stout, grandmotherly woman kept on their coats as they sat down in rickety, straight-back chairs. A mild man with thick glasses tacked a small piece of paper on the outside of the door. On it was printed in pale red pencil: "I.W.W. Convention Hall...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RADICALS: Again, the Wobblies | 4/1/1946 | See Source »

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