Word: tinning
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...reborn power and greatness." In effect, the General told the Big Three that the Big Fourth reserved all rights in the Far Eastern colony seized by the Japs before Pearl Harbor. Indo-China-bigger than France, with a population of 23,000,000, rich in rice, rubber, tin and zinc-is the French Empire's most precious colony...
Dogface Soldier was written in 1942 by two Long Beach, N.Y. soldiers, both strangers to Tin Pan Alley : Corporal Bert Gold, 27, onetime Manhattan movie-theater manager, now at Dale Mabry Field, Fla., and Lieut. Ken Hart, an ex-New York Times correspondent with the A.A.F. in Panama. Composer Gold confesses: "I banged out the theme with one finger and we called in a professional to do the arrangement. He was the man with the education and the man who got the $5." Technically, he characterizes his work as "a beat-up, old-fashioned style, spontaneous-sounding ballad...
...ideas. Supplying a heavy piece of change was slender, soft-spoken Del Webb, ex-minor-league pitcher who 16 years ago moved to Phoenix, Ariz., parlayed a saw and hammer into a million-dollar construction business. The other big moneyman was Marine Corps Captain Dan Topping, heir to a tin-plate fortune and owner of the Brooklyn Football Tigers.* The man with the ideas was baseball's brilliant screwball, redheaded Colonel Leland Stanford ("Larry") MacPhail -who aging ex-Boss Ed Barrow once said would buy the Yankees "over my dead body...
...watered-down, scrubbed-up version, tailored to Tin Pan Alley standards, Rum & Coca-Cola was plugged at Manhattan's Paramount Theater by a blond singer named Jeri Sullavan. It quickly became the biggest selling calypso song in history. Last week the Pepsi-Cola Co. was reportedly urging Rum & Coca-Cola's Manhattan publishers and Decca's Jack Kapp to make recordings with "coca" changed to "pepsi...
...Always, everywhere we went, there were refugees. Some strode with determined gait back to their little villages, hugging the mountainsides, their belongings on their backs. Others, little family clusters, carried tin-tubfuls of crockery, clothes and fine old tablecloths filled with ragged effects. One group we saw trying to cross the river at Marcourt were slipping and sliding down the broken wooden girders of the dynamited bridges into the icy water and wading across. In this family there was a girl of ten crying bitterly. She wore a thin red cotton sweater with a thin cotton dress underneath...