Word: flickering
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Watch Dog in a Fix. Last week's exchanges on dogs and false teeth were merely the first public flicker of an intergovernmental fire that has smoldered underground for months. The Army-speaking for all Administration contracting agencies-has fought to establish its absolute right to terminate war contracts once & for all on its own terms, precisely because it fears that GAO's meticulous audits would "go on ad infinitum." Already in this war $5.9 billion in contracts have been cancelled, as military needs changed. Come peace, some $75 billion, 100,000 prime contractors and more than...
...picture is a symphony of heaving, buckling studio sets, dubious ship-model photography and explosions on the sound track. Like many current war films, it suggests oldtime flicker serials, is directly in line of descent from The Perils of Pauline. For making it, Warner Bros, is being allowed to fly a special Maritime Service Victory Flag...
...Army now discharges hundreds of mental cases a week. When a man has a mental crackup in battle, his local draft board may be to blame-chances are two to one that he showed signs of mental disease before he was inducted. Captain David J. Flicker of the Army Medical Corps estimates in War Medicine that draft boards oblivious to mental disease and overworked Army psychiatrists catch only 25% of future Army misfits...
...Lyon, hell-flying hero of the epic Hell's Angels and many another derring-do flicker, the event was a victory over brass-hat morale builders who had wanted him to be a tidily uniformed entertainer. But to the soldiers, sailors and airmen who, since November 1939, have listened in weekly to an Empire broadcast titled Hi, Gang!, the U.S.A.A.F.'s gain was a loss felt from Iceland to New Guinea. For unnumbered U.S. servicemen have also been eager tuners-in to the show which Ben Lyon, his wife Bebe Daniels, and Vic Oliver have...
...shapely brown shoulders and a round, roguish face, framed in a triangle of white light, showed above the grand piano's shining ebony. From the keyboard Chopin's Minute Waltz flowed fleetly, ripplingly. For a while it surged along according to Chopin. Then watchers saw an impish flicker of a smile, an insinuating movement of a shoulder. Came the first suggestion of a hot lick; another, and another. Then Hazel Scott began to "break it down," and was off in a wild mélange of pianistics, sweet, hot, Beethoven and Count Basic...