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Word: tune (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...over England last week, people were whistling in pubs and dancing in ballrooms to a tune written by two old ladies. Cruising Down the River was No. 2 on the English hit parade. Its gooey lyrics...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Lady Hit-Paraders | 5/20/1946 | See Source »

...leader is also probably the Army's best-known hymn writer, with more than 250 to his credit. A verse from one of them (sung to the tune of The Old Rustic Bridge) well sums up his conception of a Salvationist's business...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: New General | 5/20/1946 | See Source »

...Tout pour le front lopulaire -everything for the lopular front!" 10,000 exuberant conspirators converged on the square before their favorite Tav-erne du Pantheon, known as the Lopo-drome. Police barred their way. Undaunted, singing their battle hymn, "Lop, lop, lop lop lop, lop lop lop. . . ." (to the tune of Stars & Stripes Forever), they marched into the nearby Salle des Societes Savantes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: FRANCE: Le Front Lopulaire | 5/13/1946 | See Source »

...eight hours on May Day, Cuba's workers downed hammers, laid sickles aside. While everything in the country stopped but a few trains and trams, members of the Communist-controlled Cuban Confederation of Labor swung past Havana's presidential palace to the conga beat of a hit tune called America Immortal. Their secretary, Communist Làzaro Peña, stood with President Ramón Grau San Martin as he reviewed the parade from his balcony...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CUBA: Holiday in Havana | 5/13/1946 | See Source »

...bacchanalian thought pattern was disturbed by the bells, which maddeningly stopped after playing three-quarters of their tune. Vag vaguely remembered something about a ten o'clock class, and hoisting himself up, he moved his tie one quarter of an inch to the right, straightened the little gold bird on his lapel, and started off with a long-ago-and-faraway look on his face. Floating up Holyoke Street and across Mass. Avenue, F. Scott Fitzvag entered a strangely quiet Yard. Harvard Hall, his destination, was deserted. It is now Monday morning at ten o'clock, said...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 5/7/1946 | See Source »

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