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Word: delicatessen (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...story he tells is as damply sentimental as any screened by Moses Fable. But his eye is as sharp as a vermicologist's for the peculiar inhabitants of the peculiar Hollywood world-a world that Dirty Eddie holds in his mouth like a candied apple in a delicatessen' boar's head...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A Star Is Farrowed | 9/1/1947 | See Source »

When the war ended, Billy "went on the bum, mostly because I wanted to find a way to the top." He found that way six months later, back in New York. One night in a Manhattan delicatessen, he met some songwriters. After Baruch, they looked to Billy like "a buncha dumb-heads"-until somebody told him they made 40 and 50 grand a year. "Just like that," says Rose, "I decided that this was the grift...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: The Busy Heart | 6/2/1947 | See Source »

Mike Cahaly, of Cahaly's Delicatessen, who was one of the leaders in the local fight to keep down prices when O.P.A. ceilings went off last summer, pointed to his less than 10 percent markups on items like butter, bread, and cigarettes as the reason why he could not bring his prices down...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Few Local Merchants Heed Truman Request for Voluntary Price Slashes | 4/26/1947 | See Source »

...Allens rarely gad about. One night a week they take in a movie. The other evenings, while Fred works, Portland reads or knits in bed-an old vaudeville custom. They rarely entertain. Allen's best friends are "just plain people"-barbers, shoeshine boys, paper boys, waiters, delicatessen storekeepers. With them, says Comic Henry Morgan, he is "a reluctantly amiable guy." From them, he collects an authentic U.S. idiom...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: The World's Worst Juggler | 4/7/1947 | See Source »

...prototype (the big-city Yiddish tenement dweller), Allen confines himself to kidding Yiddish-English. He seems endlessly aware of new and whimsical wrinkles in the dialect. "When I am a young goil, footloose and fancy," Pansy once related, "I am woiking, a waitress, in Doberman's delicatessen. Is coming every day for lunch a liverwurst salesman. He is a goodtime Irving, a fancy dandy, also floiting a bissel. The liverwurst salesman is to the other waitress, Supreme Feitelbaum, engaged. With ogling, also babytalk, I am stealing him away. For 20 years already he is mine husband Pierre. Crime does...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Radio: The World's Worst Juggler | 4/7/1947 | See Source »

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