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Word: swelling (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...possible in your short stay. . . . Have you read the editorials in the Baltimore Sun, criticizing our President Roosevelt? . . . Have you observed that even the small grocery stores, in all sections of Baltimore, have plenty of butter and eggs to sell? . . . Don't you think it's swell to be free all summer, to have a good time and not be forced to goosestep around with a gun instead of a baseball bat? . . . Did you observe, if you saw the Orioles play, that a fellow named Joe Greenberg was right in there with the- rest of the boys...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RACES: Baltimore v. Aryans | 8/1/1938 | See Source »

...city, no specific job in mind, he turned right on 42nd Street, presently reached Sixth Avenue. There he saw a handsome store with a large display of Melachrino cigarets in the window. He asked the clerk inside about Melachrino. "Sure," said the clerk, "that's a swell company. It's run by Mac McKitterick and Rube Ellis.'' A. E. Lyon went to see McKitterick, asked for a job as a Melachrino salesman...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: A New Fourth | 7/4/1938 | See Source »

REGARDING P-96'S PERPETUAL SUBSCRIPTION {TIME, MAY 9, 16}, UNLESS PROPOSITION IS A JOKE, WILL GLADLY TRADE SATURDAY EVENING POST, FORTUNE AND READER'S DIGEST WITH A SWELL HUNTING DOG OR A GOOD-LOOKING WIFE TO BOOT, OTHERWISE WILL PAY ORIGINAL PRICE...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Jun. 6, 1938 | 6/6/1938 | See Source »

...Privy, Treasury to prime it." So he primed it for seven years. When it still did not work, he said, "I will not let my people down; I will prime for 70 times 7 years, and if it does not work then, at least I have made 10 million swell jobs, and anyhow I am working on a fine steam turbine up in the attic...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A FABLE, INSPIRED BY THE HARVARD PUMP | 5/5/1938 | See Source »

...held the boat right on the course, never budging a degree, even with the swell that was beginning to rise. Night was falling, so he switched on the compass light. He thought of the skipper lying in his bunk below, staring up at his compass. He certainly couldn't growl about the course this time. An even breeze was blowing the number one jib-topsail gracefully to leeward while the moon made diagonal shadows on the curved sails...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 5/2/1938 | See Source »

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