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Word: thin (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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Most Alaskans have never seen a Secretary of the Interior close up, but they can visualize him instantly. He is a thin, watery-blooded, myopic creature who spends most of his time throwing messages from Alaskans into an incinerator, but occasionally he rings up the Army or Navy and gives them a few hundred more square miles of good territorial land...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TERRITORIES: Formal Introduction | 9/2/1946 | See Source »

Living by Larceny. The dead man was François Vintenon, a habitué of Paris' Latin Quarter. The sensitive, introverted son of a well-to-do merchant, François had joined a group of Left Bank surrealists. He was tall and thin; his friends said he had the face of a "perverse angel." He wrote poems which nobody understood. He lived by stealing. After the German invasion, François' father, who had turned collaborationist in order to save his business, persuaded his son to write for a Nazi publishing enterprise at 10,000 francs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Existentialist Murder? | 9/2/1946 | See Source »

...soap opera are the people who don't listen all the time. You can't get anything out of one broadcast. Why heavens, it takes me six months to build up a character. But when she's built, my listeners will go through thick and thin with...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: Queen's Plaything | 8/26/1946 | See Source »

There is no satisfactory substitute for tin. It is a basic ingredient of tin cans, solder, bronze, collapsible tubes, foil, galvanized iron, a hundred other items. This week the U.S. took a big step toward fattening its thin stockpile of the metal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: TIN: Bolivia's Bit | 8/26/1946 | See Source »

...dentist took up a hypodermic syringe "of the type used on brewery horses," and sank it in Author Perelman's gum. Then, he "snatched up his drill, took a firm purchase on my hair and teed off. . . Two thin wisps of smoke circled up ward slowly from my ears . . . [my] screams . . . rattled the windows. . . . 'Don't be afraid now,' chuckled the dentist, patting "the mass of protoplasm" that had once been a man; 'this won't hurt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Looney Bin | 8/26/1946 | See Source »

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