Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Wild plum was in spectral blossom, dogwood lurked in the woods, the purple-flowered Judas trees ranged the red-clay roads, already deep with dust. But for two days snub-faced Dr. Ross Mclntire, White House physician, kept the boss indoors, made him rest in the lounge chair by the fireplace in the pine-paneled living room. Midweek came before Dr. Mclntire permitted the President to disport his 6 ft. 2 in. in the buoyant, tepid waters of the glass-roofed pool. Canada's plumpish Prime Minister W. L. Mackenzie King lay in swimming trunks on a cot while...
...minutes, it was all over. The iron building was not destroyed, but Walter Barnes, his vocalist, six of his ten bandsmen died in the hall. Only a few burned to death; most were smothered or crushed. When the blaze had burned itself out, the dead were piled three deep...
First Stab at Trondheim. The narrow, rutted roads were knee-deep in late-April slush. German bombers and attack ships roared low over the pinetops. From southeast of Steinkjer, smashing echoes rolled into the mountains from the guns of German destroyers and a pocket battleship (probably the Liitzow) bottled up in Beitstad Fjord, as the Germans moved them up to support their land forces...
...Allies' mopping-up around Narvik last week. As advertised in advance (to give all who wished a chance to leave), British warships lying in Ofot Fjord shelled the town systematically. This fire discomfited the German troops-perhaps 1,000-who remained dug in there. But new, hip-deep snow impeded the encircling and climbing movements of Allied troops sent to dislodge and cut off 1,000 more Germans entrenched on Rombak heights, southeast of the town. An Allied column for this purpose was landed at Fagenes, in Beisfjord to the south. Norwegians plodded eastward through the mountains from Gratangen...
...News, after he visited the Northwestern Expeditionary Force near its beachhead at Namsos, Norway (see p. 22). Mr. Stowe wrote, in indignation, of two advance battalions of raw British troops, without artillery, antiaircraft, supporting planes or even white sheets to camouflage themselves, who were "dumped into Norway's deep snows and quagmires of April slush ... to fight crack German regulars-most of them veterans of the Polish invasion-and to face the most destructive of modern weapons. ... A major military blunder which was not committed by their immediate command, but in London...