Word: wave
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Soldiers Field Road stands WBZ's new three-million dollar radio and television center, and next to it the familiar 649-ft. transmission tower, the tallest structure in New England. Inside, an all-modern building houses the offices and studios of WBZ, WBZ-FM, WBZ-TV, and short-wave WBOS; the station realized two years ago that they were all too big to squeeze inside the old Hotel Bradford headquarters. Outside, next to the building, the high tower lights up the night sky and sends the station's FM and TV signal over a radius of 65 miles...
...usual, the freshmen came early. In a cold drizzle, four upper classmen with big "Ask-Me" badges on their coats waited impatiently on the station platform for the 9:03 to round the bend. Among its passengers would be the first wave of the Class of '53. The train was half an hour late...
Pert, brown-eyed Joyce Goodman was a WAVE stationed at the San Diego naval base when she met Nolan Holdridge, a parachute rigger, early in 1945. Except for occasional asthma attacks, Joyce was a healthy young woman who rarely missed a day of duty driving a station wagon. While going out with Holdridge, she noticed a red rash on her wrists, but thought little of it. In 1946 they were married...
...While talking to a Catholic Group recently, I was shocked to a realization of what is happening to the faith under the rising wave of liberalism. I happened to mention casually the Catholic dogma, 'There is no salvation outside the (Catholic) Church. Some acted as though I were uttering an innovation they had never heard before, and others had the doctrine so completely covered with reservations and vicious distinctions as to ruin its meaning and destroy the effect of its challenge. In a few minutes, the room was swarming with slogans of liberalism and sentimentalism. Taken in their totality...
...Laurent, still smoking his after-breakfast cigarette, stepped briskly out of his apartment house on Ottawa's Elgin Street and walked toward his office on Parliament Hill. To a woman passer-by who smiled at him St. Laurent doffed his Panama. A grinning, unshaven drunk gave him a grandiose wave, got a nod in return. At a busy intersection, a policeman directing traffic kept him waiting at the curb while two streetcars rumbled by. In the five-block walk, only half a dozen Canadians saluted their handsome, 67-year-old Prime Minister...