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Word: tinning (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Messina the doughboy was lost; there was no one to fight. Private Hays Cathey stood in the street, hardly knowing what to do. 'That's all there is, there ain't no more,' he commented. Then, he sat on a debris-littered curbstone, opened a tin of cheese and disregarded everything...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World Battlefronts: BATTLE OF ITALY: Finis and Prologue | 8/30/1943 | See Source »

...Herewith a rare, tin-hatless view of the General...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Aug. 23, 1943 | 8/23/1943 | See Source »

...Hungarian part there seemed still time; people were debating what to take with them, seizing the customary irrelevant knickknacks. The Rumanian section looked hopeless. Outside stood armed Germans, determined that none should save himself at the Führer's expense. Crouched silently among the Germans were tin Greeks, the Albanians, the anti-Axis Yugoslavs, fingering concealed weapons. Beyond the ring stood alert, main-chance Turks, wondering when the day for taking sides (TIME, July 12) would come...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Hotel Balkania | 8/9/1943 | See Source »

...tiny black speck moving toward us. Quickly it became a plane with wings, bigger & bigger, then streaked out of sight to the left. The only sounds were the roar of the Fortress' engines and the shrill clatter of the .50-caliber machine guns. We clapped on our tin helmets. My knees felt as though someone had removed the bones...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: HOLIDAY OVER PARIS | 8/2/1943 | See Source »

Once McSorley's was home to 18 cats. At feeding time, no matter how brisk business was, Bill McSorley would leave the bar and bang the bottom of a tin pan. "The fat cats would come loping up, like leopards, from all corners of the saloon." If Bill wanted to close up while customers were still drinking their ale, he would drum on the bar with both fists, shout: "Now, see here, gents! I'm under no obligoddamnation to stand here all night while you baby them drinks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Bowery Botanist | 8/2/1943 | See Source »

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