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...illusion was heightened by the hour of meeting-dawn had just begun to silhouette a great black thundercloud east of Wake Island as the Independence circled for a landing. Even in the dim light, the President could see dozens of Japanese tanks rusting away along the barren beaches. The President's plane landed, taxied past the aircraft that had brought MacArthur (he had arrived twelve hours earlier), Truman's advisers, and 35 stateside reporters and cameramen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: The General Rose at Dawn | 10/23/1950 | See Source »

...most devastating prospects," says Anderson, was a future without drink: "I felt that it would be unbearably dull and barren. I could not imagine any fun or real enjoyment without alcohol . . . I was still obsessed with the idea that I was being deprived of a part of my manhood, because I was deprived of a choice in the matter of drinking." But now he can say: "The years have not been desolate; they have been rich and full, more varicolored than I could have imagined...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: The Dry Drunkard | 10/9/1950 | See Source »

...racing sons of Barren Collier, onetime Manhattan advertising executive. The second: Miles Collier, winner of last year's Grand Prix...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Death in the Afternoon | 10/2/1950 | See Source »

Between the barren spot of U.S. land called Little Diomede and the Russian island called Big Diomede lies 2% miles of Bering Strait and the International Dateline. From big, weather-worn Father Bernard R. Hubbard, the 61-year-old "Glacier Priest" whose Alaskan explorations are known around the world, came a postcard last week to Alaska Authoress Barrett (Spawn of the North) Willoughby. From his mission on Little Diomede (pop. 130), Father Hubbard wrote...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Worlds Apart | 9/11/1950 | See Source »

Hell burst around the leathernecks as they moved up the barren face of the ridge. Everywhere along the assault line, men dropped. To continue looked impossible. But, all glory forever to the bravest men I ever saw, the line did not break. The casualties were unthinkable, but the assault force never turned back. It moved, fell down, got up and moved again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: War: THE BATTLE OF NO NAME RIDGE | 8/28/1950 | See Source »

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