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Hearstpapers illustrated her "thrilling, analytical stories" with Burris Jenkins cartoons and pictures of plump, popeyed Craig Rice looking for clues-i) in the Herald-American morgue, 2) crouched over the washtub where Suzanne Degnan's body was dissected. "I've fought like hell with the American, and I got so mad at Reutlinger that I almost punched him in the puss," said she. "But they're going to go along with me. . . . Heirens didn't do this. Call it woman's intuition. But if he did, then I'll just pack my bags quietly...
...most remarkable cyclist yet seen was a girl wearing a platinum fox short jacket, a huge washtub felt hat and accordion-pleated skirt, who somehow managed to make the bicycle look part of the ensemble. But shopgirls in printed frocks, bright sweaters, and the tricolor in their hair, as well as elegant women, make the G.I.s realize how much they have been missing in unimaginatively dressed Britain and the damp fields of Normandy...
...somebody's backyard. It is a quaint combination of laundry, shower-room, and telephone booth that none but a Navy mind could have dreamed up. Here of a sunny afternoon, any day after four o'clock, the following scene is sure to be enacted: the shower going merrily, the washtub bubbling over with soapsuds, the ironing board in constant use, and someone, wide-eyed, holding what she hopes to be a conversation audible to the person at the other end. Of one thing we're sure--it's audible at this...
Author Rich lives in the wilds with Husband Ralph, Son Rufus and various dogs, skunks, neighbors. She bathes in a washtub placed near the kitchen stove. She uses ("supreme test of fortitude") an outhouse, which in winter can be reached only through knee-deep snow. "Bear and deer and wildcat tracks are all in the day's walk, while a stray human bootprint throws us into a dither...
...Second Army's men made camp in afternoon showers, and by night without lights-in creek valleys, on hills, in woods. They slept on the ground, ate good food from spotless mess kits, with gusto. Every creek was a bathtub where bronzed soldiers bathed, a washtub where they laundered clothes and hung them on tree limbs to dry. In bivouac and on long halts, barbers broke out clippers and shears, went to work on soldiers' close-cropped polls. If condition, cleanliness and a kind of jeering morale were the only measures of good outfits, the Second Army needed...