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Word: staid (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Smoker committeemen have pieced together a program which they hope will make the staid, marble Civil War heroes who line Memorial Hall blink...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Freshman Smoker Starts at 8 p. m. in Mem Hall Tonight | 2/23/1949 | See Source »

...City's Union Station in the care of Monsignor Curtis Tiernan. Some of the ladies felt a little trepidation. Pug-nosed, cheerful Monsignor Tiernan, the boys' old World War I chaplain, had never been a stern watchdog and he didn't look like one. His charges-staid-looking Midwest businessmen-were kicking up a mild and happy uproar when the train pulled out. They were the boys of Harry Truman's old Battery D, 129th Field Artillery, A.E.F., on their way to Washington for the big show...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE CAPITAL: The Old Stiffs | 1/31/1949 | See Source »

...every Yuletide since 1897, the staid New York Sun last week reprinted the famed letter-to-the-editor from eight-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon, and the Sun's richly sentimental reply: "Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus . . ." Last week, Sun Funnyman H. I. ("Hi") Phillips jumped the gun on the editorial with a concoction of his own: a letter from a Virginia who asks the editor of Moscow's Pravda, "Is there a Santa Claus? . . . (Papa says, 'If you see it in Pravda...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Dear Virginia . . . | 1/3/1949 | See Source »

Tired of the emotional strains of the spy-thriller movie, "The 39 Steps," the hangers-on evaporated when those prepared with more staid appeals to the popular will arose. Unconfounded, the politics spoke for the public prints...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Neither Owls, Spies, Jazz, Nor Freshman Smokers . . . | 12/10/1948 | See Source »

...place was crowded with more that people. Shades of Aunt Hagar and Sister. Kate filtered through the smoke and a lil ol' muskrat rambled in. For two solid hours in that staid Lowell House cubicle there were ladies of the new Orleans evening and the stale smell of K.C. gin. But for the grim visage of Abbot Lawrence Lowell above the fireplace it might have been any backroom in Chicago back in the days when Cicero was Cicero and not an essay in Life magazine...

Author: By Burton S. Glinn, | Title: Dixieland Band | 12/7/1948 | See Source »

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