Word: tree
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Several of the girls who happened to the rowing on the Charles in the cool afternoon sent beaming smiles glowing over the water, perhaps accounting for the vigor with which all four platoons bang "Under A Bamboo Tree," "It's A Long Way to Tipperary," and "Around Her Neck She Wore A Yellow Ribbon...
...grenades promiscuously across the area. In the tenseness of the long jungle nights, every sound and circumstance takes on the aspect of terror. Exhausted soldiers are forbidden to snore lest they attract the attention of snipers. But the night is full of sound. The call of a dry-throated tree frog becomes the signaling of infiltrating Japs. Pebbles falling from the edge of the foxhole on your helmet may be thrown by Japanese trying to taunt you into showing a silhouette. Such things sound fantastic to outsiders, but they are real and existent to some soldiers. Soldiers prone to panic...
...clouds reciting poetry in time with the engine. "To the verses of 'Gunga Din' I dropped my first bomb ... on the docks of Homalin. ... I finished my ammunition by strafing the main street of [Lashio] . . . saw two plate-glass windows spatter . . . like artificial snow from a Christmas tree, and I laughed hysterically as two figures ran from a pagoda. . . . I landed back home tired and happy...
...apartment of mice by setting out crackers, spreading poison on every third one. The mice ate all the unpoisoned crackers, left all the others. Lief gathered them up despondently, fell to munching, soon went to the hospital. In New Britain, Conn., Eleanor Borg went up a tree after a stranded kitten, which presently scurried down by itself. It required firemen with ladders to get Eleanor down...
...bold, bearded (35) John Thompson of the Chicago Tribune floated down from the night sky with a flight of tough U.S. paratroops. It was his second invasion jump (the first: near Tabessa, Algeria, last November). He crashed through an olive tree before he hit the ground, cracking a rib, wrenching a knee, skinning his knuckles. His tired old secondhand portable typewriter got to earth in a parachute bundle. Thompson found it, hid it behind a stone wall. But by the time the paratroops had taken Vittoria, someone had stolen his portable...