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Flushing Meadow was a suburban pastoral of cold wintry sunlight and bare lonely trees swaying in a fitful wind. The building which housed the world's town meeting lay strangely isolated in the brownish-green emptiness of dead lawns. Inside, the modernistic public lobby was filled with people who had come for a quick look at history before the Second General Assembly of the United Nations adjourned. A group of children clustered around a counter as excitedly as though it displayed candy and comics rather than U.N. literature. A tall, blond boy jumped up & down. "Sammy," he cried, "Sammy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: UNITED NATIONS: What Sammy's Nickel Bought | 12/1/1947 | See Source »

...hail hissed out of the clouds. The three trucks groped through it fearfully, for a skid might have rolled both trucks and mirror down the steep mountainside. Then, as the mirror neared the observatory dome-shining like frosted silver and big as a railroad roundhouse-a shaft of brilliant sunlight broke through the clouds. The nearest star, the sun, was friendly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Hope Rides a Truck | 12/1/1947 | See Source »

...didn't move. With a great effort, he pried open his right eye, gave the floor a sweeping glance, and quickly closed his eye again. Sunlight was streaming into the room, and although he had no idea how late it was, Vag guessed he'd have to hurry to make it for lunch. But there wasn't any point in getting out of bed; he had much too much of a head on him. Outside on the grass he thought he heard afternoon noises-the pleasant thud of someone catching a football, a girl's unobtrusive voice, a small...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 10/6/1947 | See Source »

...just below it, bobbing up every three or four minutes to scan the sea ahead. He is equally alert to the danger and the beauty of the North Atlantic, and the slightest change of light brings him to his feet. "Look at that, sir. Look at that patch of sunlight to the right of the fog bank ahead. Did you ever see anything like that?" he roars, his sea-blue eyes glowing at the sight. After 44 years at sea he still acts like a man from the Rockies seeing blue water for the first time...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PERIPATETICS: The Queen | 8/11/1947 | See Source »

...walked out of Memorial Hall into the sunlight, and breathed a deep, deep sigh. Well, hour exams were over. For a moment he gazed absently at the small, almost blank piece of paper, and then crushed it into a ball and pitched it into the gutter of Cambridge Street. The throwing arm didn't feel so good. As Vag strolled down through the Yard, now almost completely shaded by the trees, he decided that he had still been right in coming during the hot months. But the Yard was almost deserted; there was only one word...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 7/25/1947 | See Source »

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