Word: touched
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...after their burns (from The Bomb's terrific heat and ultraviolet radiation) had healed, victims still had raised, flat patches of thick scar tissue, sometimes covering the whole face or back. These scars'("keloids"), ranging in color from pink to brown, were often extremely sensitive to the touch...
Myrrh Was Twit's. Allen comes honestly by the common touch. He was born John Florence Sullivan, 52 years ago, on the lace-curtain-Irish fringe of Cambridge, Mass. His father was a bookbinder. His mother died when he was three, and he and his brother Bobby went to live with her sister,"Aunt Lizzie" Herlihy, in Allston, Mass. He was a scrawny kid, all arms, legs and adenoids. The tough little Micks in his new neighborhood took one look at his pinched, birdlike face, nicknamed him "Twit," and let him play alone. To pass time - and attract attention...
...Touch artists are not the only ones to see the color of Allen's dough. He refuses to talk about his charities, but close friends estimate that they cost him at least $500 a week. Fred says only: "I was poor once myself." Except when absolutely necessary, he gives no thought to money. He saves his thinking for his work...
Busy Trade, Easy Mark. Bachelor Mark became known as "Easy Mark," a soft touch for a loan. Trade also handed out plenty-for hospitals, churches, parks, etc., blithely putting Mark down for half of each donation but always getting just his name on the cornerstones. Trade was the penny-watcher. Except for his habit of taking the waitresses from their plant restaurant for a daily ride in his surrey (later a Fiat), he ran everything with Scottish austerity. As a result of his insistence that all paper work be done on the backs of old envelopes, Smith Brothers kept...
...still had his chipper spirits. But his Midas touch was gone. In 1936 he turned up in Asbury Park, N.J. as a lunchroom and supermarket owner. He plugged a dandruff cure on the side, operated a bowling alley in Flint. He still talked grandly of making a pile. But it was too late. Last week, in his eight-room apartment in Manhattan, Billy Durant, 85, died. Of the millions he had been "loaned" he left nothing...