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Word: wan (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Wan dolls in indigo on gold: refrain...

Author: By Stuart A. Davis, | Title: John Berryman-II | 4/13/1966 | See Source »

...Would it bother a boy to go out with a girl who participates in sports?" asks Collot Guerard '69. "Who wants to go out with a flabby girl or a China doll?" On the other hand, many of these female sports enthusiasts avoid wan, sallow-looking Harvard guys. "It's a disgrace," says one sophomore, "when people let themselves go to pot. They look so soggy and unhealthy...

Author: By Geoffrey L. Thomas, | Title: Cliffies to Jump, Dive and Toss in 23 Sports | 3/31/1966 | See Source »

Like the professional golfer, the ro deo cowboy is a nomad of sport - wan dering from town to town, plying his trade in a succession of arenas, paying his own way and earning only what he is good enough to win. In ten years on the bigtime rodeo circuit, driving 70,-000 miles a year, sleeping in trailers and nursing an ulcer, New Mexico's Glen Franklin, 29, has won more "go-rounds" and money ($152,481) than most. Until last week, though, one prize had always eluded him: the silver and gold belt buckle and embossed saddle that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Rodeo: King of the Rope | 12/17/1965 | See Source »

Along with most other holler folk, Floyd Handshoe is virtually illiterate. To keep his job, according to federal regulations, Floyd-the father of 14 children-must struggle ignobly off to school two nights a week, when most menfolk thereabouts have other things on their minds. His wan, dark-haired wife says hopefully: "Floyd never could read. I notice now he can write his name real good. They act like it hurts them to go to school, but it don't." Nonetheless, the Handshoes' main aim in life is not to qualify for factory jobs but simply...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Appalachia: The Happy Poppies Of Handshoe Holler | 11/5/1965 | See Source »

...spoke, no cigarettes were allowed, nor was mosquito repel lent, despite the stinging swarms-for a trained soldier can smell the chemical 50 yards away. Around 3 a.m. a drenching monsoon rain roared in from the northeast, but still not a marine moved. It lasted two hours. Finally the wan moon reappeared and picked out four men, its light gleaming from their weapons heading out of the village. The marines opened fire, a grenade exploded, and the leathernecks had one more kill and three wounded V.C. prisoners. "I hate this goddamned place like I never hated any place...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: South Viet Nam: A New Kind of War | 10/22/1965 | See Source »

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