Word: tins
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...good title -I've Heard That Song Before." According to Messrs. Styne & Cahn, this is how the title to their first hit was born. Since then most of their major decisions, and the titles of their best songs, have come like that. Like their brothers on Tin Pan Alley, Styne & Cahn believe that a tune either "romps," "walks," "bounces," or you put it away. Says Jule: "You can't fight it; either it comes easy or you don't play with it." Last week the latest Styne & Cahn hit, It's Magic, was the nation...
Thirty years ago British police in Malaya imported 50 headhunting Dvaks from the jungles of North Borneo. Their mission was to hunt down the robber chieftain Chang Lun, whose little band of terrorists ruled the Kinta valley in the border state of Perak, the British Empire's richest tin-mining zone. Armed with six-foot sumpitans (blowpipes) and keen, long-bladed parangs, the naked warriors snaked through the jungles to Chang Lun's hideout and nabbed their...
...statement in TIME, July 19, that "Before the war Indonesia was the hallowed preserve of Dutch and British traders and cartels (notably tin and rubber), which all but shut out U.S. business" grievously slanders the Dutch. Before the war an unlimited number of U.S. firms could have had, and very many did have (amongst others, Goodyear and Standard Oil), vast and growing enterprises in Indonesia . . . thanks to the model open door policy of the Dutch government which welcomed all enterprises, including Japanese...
Edward Wilson, secret agent of His Majesty's Government in World War II, sat on a hotel balcony and sourly surveyed the West African seaport to which he had been assigned. He saw row upon row of hot and hideous tin roofs sloping away toward the sea, and a ringing clang came to his ears as a vulture perched heavily on top of the hotel. Down at the quayside, pickaninnies swarmed like little vultures around a newly landed seaman and triumphantly escorted him to the local brothel...
Less cheerful but more typical of what was happening to Britain's "last chance" empire was a recent scene in the slums of Accra, Gold Coast colony. A young native sprawled sullenly in the shade of a tin-roofed shack, cluttered with goats, baskets, buckets and children. Out of the dry dusty litter a pigeon loft reared up ten feet into the hot air. "I fight in war," said the young native. "I discharged. Money gone. No work. No go back up country." He slumped farther back in the shade of the pigeon loft. Said a white colonial official...