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...doing it missed a lot of excitement. Most of the dailies panted through new crises with every edition. If Molotov frowned, peace was doomed. If he conceded a minor point, Russian basic policy seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. Radio listeners could almost hear the thud of hooves in the background of the conference bulletins. "Now Molotov's ahead. But he looks tired. Stettinius called a press conference. . . ." All this nonsense was so vastly confusing (and so essentially false) that many readers got bored with the whole subject and haven't read a line about U.N. since...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Story Of An Experiment: What's News? | 3/8/1948 | See Source »

...rioting had driven them. On the third day after his fast, though weak, the Mahatma disdained to be carried to his daily prayer meeting; he walked, unaided, on his spindly legs. His audience of about 1,000 strained to hear as he prayed for Hindu-Moslem unity. A booming thud interrupted him. A hundred yards away, on the garden wall, a bomb had exploded...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INDIA: Unbroken Prayer | 2/2/1948 | See Source »

...take a certain natural satisfaction in his prowess and may even decide that he is helping create a better world. He is encouraged in this by the fact that society seldom pays any attention; society, in fact, seldom hears the sound of scuffling, the grunts and the thud of fist on flesh...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MANNERS & MORALS: What Was a Cop to Think? | 10/20/1947 | See Source »

Badger tackling was precise and vicious. "Hit 'em at the shoe-strings" seemed the Midwesterners' motto and time after time Eli ball-carriers would find their feet blasted from under them and land with a jarring thud...

Author: By William S. Fairfield, | Title: Egg In Your Beer | 10/20/1947 | See Source »

...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 car, undoubtedly a convertible, starting up. Vag groaned and turned over, facing the wall...

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

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