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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Immorality and Profaneness of the English Stage, an eminent churchman, the Rev. Jeremy Collier inveighed against the hero of Love for Love: "He is a prodigal debauchee, unnatural, and profane, obscene, saucy, and undutiful; and yet this libertine is crowned for the man of merit, has his wishes thrown into his lap. . . ." Congreve replied nervously, and not altogether convincingly, that he was doing a useful social work in painting "the vices and follies of human kind...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Canada: ONTARIO: No Uncle Ray | 8/4/1947 | See Source »

...ball struck a railing in the center-field boxes and bounced back-clearly not an automatic home run. Northey was thrown out at home, retiring the side. Running at full speed, he obviously could have made it. Cardinal Manager Eddie Dyer protested Beans's bum steer, but was overruled by the chief umpire. The Dodgers went on to win the protested game with a three-run rally...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Beans in the Soup | 8/4/1947 | See Source »

...body. When the ravens leave the Tower, says an old legend, Britain's majesty will topple. As it searched in vain for MacDonald's murderer, Scotland Yard suspected the worst. Another raven was hastily imported to maintain the garrison, and an extra guard of six troops thrown about the remaining ravens. Solemnly and in full state the Tower Beef-Eaters buried MacDonald near the moat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: FLORA & FAUNA: A Look at the Paper | 7/28/1947 | See Source »

Shinwell said that if these demands were granted now Britain's whole economic machine might be thrown out of gear. But Shinwell knew that he had to stay on good terms with Horner if any coal at all is to be mined. So Shinwell helplessly held out his hands, shrugged and said: "I come in a mood of appeasement...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: Old Jim Horner's Boy | 7/28/1947 | See Source »

...remembered walking up it countless times on the way to Warren House, in the days of compulsory exercise and English A themes. The place was changing, Vag thought, as he crossed Massachusetts Avenue. On the corner of Plympton Street, two fellows in crew cuts and seersucker jackets had just thrown their weekend bags into their Ford and were starting the engine. Suddenly Vag remembered it was Friday, and he was taking the two o'clock out to the Cape. He quickened his pace. A fast lunch of chicken salad and iced coffee in Lowell House, and he would...

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

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