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Floodlights limned the vessels, the gangling cargo hoists and the Negro longshoremen crawling up & down the gangways. All night long, rain or shine, the work went on, as the merchandise of the Mississippi Valley flowed southward through the artery and the merchandise of the world flowed back again. New Orleans* was no longer just the "City That Care Forgot"-a tourist-bureau sobriquet which the city's businessmen now disdained...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LOUISIANA: Old Girl's New Boy | 11/24/1947 | See Source »

...heralded clash of the aeons when the bombshell of professionalism in the ranks of the Journalist burst into the public eye. By the time that the public had wiped its eye clean it could plainly see Billion J. Wingham, mahatma of the college league, pointing an accusing finger southward to the shores of Lake Carnegie...

Author: By C. N. Gridlak, | Title: Crimson Gridders Face Subsidized Princetonians, Predict 23-2 Victory | 11/8/1947 | See Source »

Second, Indian summer set in last Monday and the warm practice weather is certain to have Harvard in much better physical condition for the trek southward...

Author: By William S. Fairfield, | Title: Varsity Heads for Virginia Tonight | 10/9/1947 | See Source »

Usually stoic John Harvard blushed scarlet over a "B.U."-lettered waistcoat as seven car-loads of Terrier students touched off kerosene poured in the symbol "BU" and stretching from the 50 yard line southward to the 35. Firemen and Yard police armed with guns arrived to find seared, black turf facing their hoses...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: B.U., Harvard Vandals Swap Raids; Rally Torches Light yard Tonight | 10/3/1947 | See Source »

...Since last January I have rushed southward three times into Central America in answer to five-alarm calls. I have stood stock still in Managua's central plaza howling Periodista! Periodista! (Journalist! Journalist!) at a platoon of General Somoza's guardia who were charging across with bayonets fixed. I have smudged my nose on San Jose's cold pavements when police fired in the general direction of a mob of which I, unhappily, was one. All in vain. Somehow or other the revolutions don't seem to carry through down here any more...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Letter From The Publisher, Sep. 15, 1947 | 9/15/1947 | See Source »

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