Word: yes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...latter in a strong Russian accent, "how are things with you? Have you been getting enough to eat?" "Oh, things are picking up a bit in England," said the bulldog, "but we've had rather a bad time of it, y'know. Rations and so forth." "Oh, yes," said the poodle, "and here we're not much better off. Why, during the occupation I got almost nothing to eat but boiled turnips and chopped garlic. Now I get a little meat but things are still bad. How are they in Russia...
...driving force behind the eye bank is a smartly dressed, sixtyish woman named Aida de Acosta Breckinridge. One day last week the telephone rang in her small office on the first floor of the Manhattan Eye, Ear and Throat Hospital. Mrs. Breckinridge answered briskly: "Oh, yes. A little baby's eyes are wonderful. We'll call for them tomorrow." Another Manhattan hospital had called to say that some parents had offered the corneas of their dead child so that another person might see. The Red Cross would handle the delivery to the eye bank. A telegram...
Before discussing the memorial the executive board was presented with 2,570 postcards received by the Alumni Committee for a University Memorial Activities Center. One hundred eighty cards said yes to the plaque, but 2,361 others asked alumni be permitted to vote on the choice of a war memorial...
...settled today. This afternoon the executive board of the Associated Harvard Clubs meets in its Commonwealth Avenue headquarters to hand down a "yes" or a "no" or a "maybe" on the Saltonstall Committee's choice of a University War Memorial. If the answer is "yes," it will be final and irrevocable, and workmen will soon begin setting the $70,000 inscription into the walls of Memorial Church. And if the answer is "yes," the gentlemen who head the Harvard Clubs will have violated the democratic principle upon which their organization is founded, and upon which Harvard should choose a memorial...
...coach watched the big, clumsy kid flounder until he couldn't stand it any longer. He yanked him out of a freshman game a few weeks ago. "Your name's Conway, isn't it?" he asked. The kid's lip trembled. "Yes, sir," he replied. Said the coach: "Well, you're not playing like...