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...worried New York State Senator from Queens let his beard grow for a day. Governor Thomas E. Dewey got a phone call from a coin booth. A mouse jumped out of a sawdust box. Finally the cleanup of Creedmoor State Hospital for mental patients in Queens, N.Y. got under...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Pity the Patients | 6/7/1943 | See Source »

Love's Labor. Private Marvin Rubin took $7 worth of nickels into a Brooklyn phone booth, started calling his girl friend at 11 a.m., called her every five minutes for eleven hours, won her promise after spending $6.60 and losing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, May 31, 1943 | 5/31/1943 | See Source »

Presenting Lily Mars (M.G.M.) is a conventional screen version of 73-year-old Booth Tarkington's tale of a stagestruck small-town girl. This juvenile darling (Judy Garland) gets to Broadway before you can say Jake Shubert, marries a great producer (Van Heflin), and is soon seen swaying in black tulle in a super-sumptuous musical show staged by the lucky fellow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The New Pictures, May 24, 1943 | 5/24/1943 | See Source »

...Newton Booth Tarldngton, 73-year-old, nearly blind novelist, was worried about Indianapolis' stray dogs. In the good old days before gas rationing many a motorist stopped at the pound on the city's outskirts, for $4 rescued a pup from homelessness or death. Now there were few such rescuers. To the Indianapolis City Council, about to debate opening a dog shop in the center of town, Novelist Tarkington wrote a letter: ". . . Out of the myriads of creatures upon the earth only one, the dog . . . crossed the vast abyss that separates the species ... I find few things...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: People, Mar. 29, 1943 | 3/29/1943 | See Source »

...secluded nook, as its name might imply, where one may while away spare moments in intimate conversation with a friend. It is, rather, the equivalent of the corner drugstore, the village post-office, or somebody's backyard. It is a quaint combination of laundry, shower-room, and telephone booth that none but a Navy mind could have dreamed up. Here of a sunny afternoon, any day after four o'clock, the following scene is sure to be enacted: the shower going merrily, the washtub bubbling over with soapsuds, the ironing board in constant use, and someone, wide-eyed, holding what...

Author: By Ensign ETHEL Greenfield, | Title: Creating a Ripple | 3/12/1943 | See Source »

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