Word: wanna
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...weeks passed, Laradon Hall began to win a few small victories. It cured nine-year-old Billy of pyromania by letting him burn the rubbish each day, until gradually ("Aw, I don't wanna") he lost his interest in lighting fires. Another boy had a mania for stealing keys. So Mrs. Calabrese bought a whole batch of keys for Harold and gave him one whenever he deserved a reward. Now Harold has a pile of keys and has stopped stealing them...
...students invaded the weekly "coffee & doughnuts" meeting of the Boosters' Club, got the Boosters to sign for 1,500 tickets there & then. They plastered the town with signs ("Wanna see a college that's really on the beam? Fill the stands on Saturday and watch us back our team!"). Twice a day, they snarled traffic with their jalopies, peddled tickets to pedestrians and motorists. Each afternoon they had a six-piece band jiving in front of the Book Nook store. Covering every angle, they even patched the hole in the stadium fence so that grade-school kids could...
Sittin' on the stones of Rome Make me wanna say I'm home People everywhere Stop and sit and stare Make my trumpet want to blare...
Chief-designate Seretse Khama, who had married Miss Williams against strenuous opposition from his family and the British authorities (TIME, July 11), cheerfully conducted his wife to her home, just being finished at Serowe, the mud-hut capital of Bechuanaland (pronounced Betcher Wanna Land). The home would be a three-room bungalow with a tin corrugated roof. Ruth's arrival caused considerable commotion among the tribe (local traders were doing a brisk business in gaily colored prints, since the tribeswomen wished to live and dress up to the occasion). Actually, it may be months before Seretse...
...with the American Youth Hostel. We were walking along the Piazza Barberine when a little man came up to us. The Piazza was where the bus from Army headquarters stopped. Dozens of little men there always came up to Americans, in or out of uniform, saying. "Hey Joe--ya wanna change da dolla?" Other little men wanted to buy your watch, sell you their watch, buy your shirt, or sell you French francs at a bargain for American money . . . and what about these immense Charley Roche punts? When was the last time you ever saw anyone in a Crimson jersey...