Word: dismally
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...smoker school of writing"-visited Montparnasse and sat himself down at a conspicuous table in one of the cafés, every expatriate eye turned icily away. "Little" magazines such as transition, Broom, Secession, and Gargoyle occupied a position of huge magnitude in the expatriate eye. Putnam tells the dismal tale of Abraham Lincoln Gillespie's wife, whom Putnam found one day close to tears. "Line and I," she explained sadly, "are separating. . . . He's made transition [and he] says I'm not his intellectual equal any more...
...were fired, but those who quit were not replaced.) As he sweated off the wartime fat, some of the travelers who had been scared away by last winter's crashes began to come back. Last week, United was in the black again. The dismal airlines skyscape suddenly brightened. Was the worst over? No one could say for sure. But Pat Patterson thought it was. Coming from him, that sounded more encouraging than the cheery prophecies of an optimist...
...applause were unrestrained. There were even a few joyous rebel yells as Harry Truman appeared in the doorway, flanked by Mrs. Truman (in green) and Daughter Margaret (in pale blue). Harry Truman grinned and waved happily to the 2,000-odd Jefferson Day diners.* He could well remember the dismal days last fall, when all that Democrat bigwigs wanted of him was to keep out of sight...
...Hyde. In the current issue of the Pulletin of the Atomic Scientists is a calmly horrifying article by Ansley Coale: "Reducing Vulnerability to Atomic Attack."* Prepared with the advice of a distinguished scientific committee (including farmed Physicists I. I. Rabi and Henry DeWolf Smyth), the article arrives at a dismal conclusion: there isn't really much hope for anyone-once the atom bombs start falling...
...boxes are showing no signs at all of running out, and after a few of the lucky first comers have had a chance to see their prizes. At the end of the show after more blue lights. Russian dancing bears, and suggestive hip wiggles, there file out into the dismal Boston streets many proud possessors of genuine leather wallets (empty), any one of which will go right up in flames if a match...