Word: townely
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...fighting," White wrote, "is nerve-tearing. A Japanese soldier sits in a muddy garrison post exposed to guerrilla sniping; he camps in a muddy town hated by its people; he goes out guerrilla chasing and is probably wounded, perhaps killed. Frequently supplies fail to come through and the unit goes on short mess-or starves...
...staff car with standard camouflage (netting over the roof), King George motored to the chateau, in a provincial town well back of the British lines in France, where lives Britain's field commander, Viscount Gort. The King was accompanied by his brother H. R. H. Major General the Duke of Gloucester, who is Lord Gort's chief liaison officer; also Equerry Piers Legh, Private Secretary Sir Alexander Hardinge, a Scotland Yardsman carrying the royal gas mask and red dispatch case. Lord Gort spent the next few days arduously escorting his sovereign house guest hither & yon through the lines...
Sophisticated New Yorkers, accustomed to the finesse of their annual Skating Club Carnivals, have been slow to warm up to professional, itinerant ice shows. Last week, however, when the Ice Follies of 1940 hit town, New Yorkers crammed Madison Square Garden to the rafters for six nights, whistled and stomped like yokels. For suddenly, it seemed, the variety-show-on-ice had crystallized into first-rate entertainment...
...England's greatest cathedrals is Ely, a Norman-to-perpendicular pile which stands on an eminence commanding the fen country of Cambridgeshire. Named for the eels abounding in its waters, eely Ely is a market town of only 8,000-odd inhabitants. Its fairs, held on the feast of Saxon St. Etheldreda (or St. Audrey, whence the word tawdry), are still nominally run by the Bishop of Ely. There is not much else for His Lordship to do in Ely; nearby Cambridge has more religious life, and there the Ely diocesan conferences are held. Yet, because...
...preacher and a doctor entered. They agreed that alcohol was a bad thing. Curtain, followed by Where is My Wandering Boy Tonight? by a male quartet. Then a shorter play, a real tearjerker, in which five youngsters watched the town drunk. Old Joe Sharp, having D. T.s-he had snakes in his sleeves, even in his boots (see cut). As he slouched off, the boys said: "We've been over to Alma Temple and signed the pledge and joined the Dry Legion Crusaders. We shall never drink a drop, and when we're old enough we are going...