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Newspapers such as the New Orleans States, Thibodaux, La. Lafourche Comet, and Opelousas, La. Daily World, which experimented with bagasse paper, say it is whiter and stronger than Canadian newsprint. Nobody really thought bagasse would ever take over the Canadian mills' U.S. markets. But publishers hoped that the threat of bagasse competition would keep Canadian prices in line...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Begin the Bagasse | 3/9/1953 | See Source »

Dickens is dead-and who cares? Dickens was an old-fashioned sentimentalist who roared with laughter at his own comic caricatures and wept buckets over his pathetic children and heroines whiter (and frailer) than the driven snow. But Dickens had gusto. So did Mark Twain; so did Kipling; so did H. G. Wells...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Cheerful Protestant | 10/20/1952 | See Source »

...little boats in harbor wear Sails whiter than a summer wedding...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Commuters' Special | 12/31/1951 | See Source »

...Champlain). In the brushless eastern forests, mammoth trees, standing almost trunk to trunk, rose to heights of 80 feet before branching, and gave one man "a particularly unpleasant, anxious feeling, which is excited irrestibly by the continuing shadow and the confined outlook." Rattlesnakes made the white men turn still whiter with fear. "As for the Buff [alo]," wrote 17th Century Great Lakes Explorer Pierre Radisson, "it is a furious animal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: As the Voyagers Saw It | 11/27/1950 | See Source »

...took them to the seashore and lost them. Bless my soul, how I cried! My little handkerchief was soaked. And when I came home to tea that night, blubbering and late, my dear old Granny-God bless 'er, her hair was white as snow and her soul whiter still-she says to me: 'Little Archie, cheer up!' she says. 'For God is good and one day you'll find your little wooden soldiers again.' And oh, good God, she was right; I have. YOU WOODEN STIFFS WITH THE PAINT SUCKED OFF YOUR FACES...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Fine Art of Swearing | 3/13/1950 | See Source »

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