Word: yellow
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Coast faces the Orient. Isolationists still nourish their conviction that the U.S. has no business in Europe's messes, still argue privately that anyway Japan is the only one who has yet attacked us. Anglophobes suspect Britain, Red haters fear Russia. The Hearst press has not forgotten the Yellow Peril. Further, a considerable number of sense-making military officers and civilian observers believe and can show that Japan is more dangerous than many Americans realize...
...matter of seconds now. The bomb bay doors were open; the flak had begun, pin points of yellow blossoming slowly upward, then sliding by with a rush into the sky above. Now the planes were roaring 50 feet above the water; now the target was dead ahead. Now the bombardiers pushed their buttons, and now the big, dark mines, each weighing 1,500 pounds, tumbled from the planes. Some landed with a splash in the water; some hit the dams fair & square. When the roar of their explosions had subsided, the sustained, deeper roar of pent-up waters, suddenly released...
Addis Ababa is a mixture of the old and the new. British officialdom marches jauntily about the Italian-built offices. Masses of unemployed move aimlessly about the streets. Flea-bitten donkeys mourn past, laden with Ethiopian ladies under umbrellas. Occasionally a slicked-up Ethiopian sport in an appropriated, yellow Alfa-Romeo roadster splits the crowds...
...secretary. The Governor of the Bahamas said that it was both a personal and a business visit, that the matter of the Bahamas' war-torn economic situation would be taken up in Washington. "I want to see what's in the stores," said the Duchess. Said the yellow-carnation-boutonniered Duke: "I'm afraid there won't be much shopping. We haven't many dollars...
Down the first base line of the Varsity diamond, the groundkeeper is wheeling his lining barrow, but instead of dribbling lime, it sprinkles seeds which will soon sprout into lusty egg-plants. Then peek in the Stadium itself. Hundreds of stout Radclifflians, wearing yellow yellow badges labeled "Official," are milling about on what used to be the scene of historic gridiron duels. But now the turf is being torn up in long, deep-brown furrows. And the old familiar chant of "Rah-rah-rah" that formerly echoed through the Stadium of a weekend afternoon has given place...