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Word: liquidations (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...pensions for the aged to $75 a month, but made the money delightfully easy to get. It lowered the age limit from 65 to 63 and ended the embarrassment of proving pauperism; old folks could have $3,500 in real estate, a car, furniture and jewelry, $1,500 in liquid assets, be supported in part by relatives, and still qualify...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: SOCIAL SECURITY: Nothing's Too Good for Grandpa | 9/5/1949 | See Source »

Spanish and English in addition to their own staccato Aymara or liquid Quechua...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BOLIVIA: Murder in the Vineyard | 8/22/1949 | See Source »

Just about everything was the way Frank Boykin wanted it-lovable and liquid. The Vice President of the U.S., his wit gracious and his stories mellow, was master of ceremonies. Republicans and Democrats got up to tell what a fine fellow easygoing Sam Rayburn is, which came easy, for most of them think he is. Sixty-four-year-old Frank Boykin, a steam-engine of a man with a 50-inch chest, was somewhat awed by what he had wrought. "Here we have the representatives of all the good people of the world," said he. "I have counted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE CAPITAL: Love Feast | 8/15/1949 | See Source »

Science speaks of few absolutes. One of the few is absolute zero: -273.16 centigrade. At this temperature, the haphazard motion of the molecules (the action called heat) is wholly stilled. Close to this point of death-still cold, matter acts in strange ways. Liquid helium climbs out of containers; the electrical resistance of metals disappears. Because scientists see stranger phenomena the closer they get to absolute zero, experimenters like to imagine working their way down to the very bottom of the temperature scale...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Steps Going Down | 8/1/1949 | See Source »

There was a faraway look in the marinated eye of a waiter at Manhattan's Copacabana nightclub. He leaned back against a plaster palm tree, listening to the liquid tones of the songstress running over the lyrics of Bali H'ai. A yokel at a side table dropped his fork. The waiter glared, snatched up the fork, jabbed a clean che at the customer, and sank back against his palm tree...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: How to Melt Steel | 8/1/1949 | See Source »

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