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...strategy council, no inspired program of joint political action, Britons wrote off the conference as just another meeting between their good friend Franklin Roosevelt and their old war horse Winston Churchill. A wit cabled that popular response to the conference made a sound like a feather falling on a velvet cushion...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: Harmonies & Discords | 2/8/1943 | See Source »

Nobody knows just what the big shots at MGM were aiming at, but Harvard has got a request. A nice little girl, say twelve years old, slender and vivacious, would go down just right out in Hollywood. Something about a part in the forthcoming "National Velvet...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: If She Looks Like Freddy Bartholomew, Page M G M | 2/5/1943 | See Source »

...basin only when it became too bloody to return the sponges relatively clean. The instruments he used were taken out of a mahogany box, the old Civil War carrying case which is now antique, and when he had finished with them they were wiped off and replaced in the velvet-lined box for the next victim...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Not So Long Ago | 12/7/1942 | See Source »

...became known to an ever wider public as the best music critic in Chicago. Her two 18-carat assets: 1) a shrewd sense of musical values, 2) a gift of writing pointed criticism engagingly. Examples: (after Galli-Curci's ill-fated attempt at a comeback) "Instead of cream velvet jeweled with coloratura splendor there is an unsteady little lyric soprano quavering like a sad ghost pleading for reincarnation"; (describing William Walton's Scapino Overture) "A blithe, scapegrace carefree sort of score, it makes you think Walton must have whistled it when he drove his ambulance through the London...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Miss Cassidy of Chicago | 9/28/1942 | See Source »

Everywhere there were signs that there would be enough food for the winter: golden patches deepening in the green velvet counterpane; the full grain in the ear; the arched necks of horses dipping willingly as the first fields fell to the reapers; the sputter of tractors; and the patina of maturity touching the cabbage leaves in thousands of little back yards. God helping, it would be the biggest harvest in all of Britain's history, and people were grateful. Not that they would eat more-they would eat less. But every extra ton of ripening grain...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Enough and No More | 8/10/1942 | See Source »

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