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Glider Crackup. Suddenly our pilot reached up, hesitated a fraction of a second, then smacked the tow release lever. With a twang like a snapped harp string, the long white towing cable vanished. The pounding thunder of air dropped to a murmur...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Army & Navy - Envelopment from the Sky | 6/28/1943 | See Source »

...wrote the news, and fewer still who broadcast it, could resist the purple technique of dire warnings, manic-depressive cycles, sweeping prognostications. Many a news commentator offered his audience little more than a 15-minute nervous breakdown. Not so Elmer Davis. His voice was calm, incisive, with a Hoosier twang as reassuring as Thanksgiving, as shrewd as a small-town banker. (He did not at once recognize his voice's value, offered to take speaking lessons; CBS officials fortunately knew better.) He never interpreted, colored or predicted: the grist from his mill was fact, ground fine and digestible, sieved...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Truth and Trouble | 3/15/1943 | See Source »

Davis returned from Oxford with the habit of wearing his handkerchief in his sleeve. Otherwise he was unchanged: he retained his Indiana twang, a dignity Midwestern rather than British. He taught high school for a year in Indiana, went to Manhattan and a $10-a-week job with Adventure magazine, doubled his salary by moving to the New York Times...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Truth and Trouble | 3/15/1943 | See Source »

...people at 9:45 p.m., C.W.T. This was what the U.S. wanted: there are lots of Administrators, Czars and such in Washington, and other agencies whose muddle is like OWI's-but in all the U.S. there is only one voice on the radio with that dry, reassuring twang...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Truth and Trouble | 3/15/1943 | See Source »

...sake of expectant posterity, especially that Soc. major of 2043 writing his thesis on those quaint old days when, even during a war, people had time to sit solemnly around listening to men twang cat-gut, blow straws, and thump on pigskin, it might be well to take leave of my sporadic incumbency of this post by letting off a little steam re music criticism and the state of music in general...

Author: By Robert W. Flint, | Title: THE MUSIC BOX | 1/18/1943 | See Source »

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