Word: wetting
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Moulmein fell. Sweat-wet, bare-backed British artillerymen fired point-blank into the advancing Japanese, piled them in shredded heaps. U.S. volunteer pilots strafed them. British bayonets stabbed them. Riflemen and machine-gunners tore their advancing ranks on the open flats before the city. But the Japs came on. From Moulmein they drove the outnumbered, outgunned British across the broad Salween River. There, behind the river barrier, the British took their stand between the Japanese and the prize they were fighting for: mastery of strategic Rangoon, of the Burma Road to China, of the invasion road to India...
...already bombed the city. Heavier raids are yet to come and Singapore is not ready for them. Its clammy soil is too wet for underground shelters, so, if raids get too bad, plans have been made to evacuate 200,000 Chinese and Malays to crudely built dormitory huts in the uninhabited wooded spaces of the island. For those who cannot be evacuated, there are some private concrete shelters and modern buildings, which can offer protection. For those who can find nothing better, there are the city's two-to 20-feet-deep concrete drainage ditches...
Cure. At four, this boy still sucked his thumb and wet his bed, was afraid of dogs and so timid that he accepted protection from his two-year-old brother in fights with other children. But the mother responded to institute therapy, which encouraged mothers and children in outside interests. The boy, when last seen at age 15, was doing well at school, was a good swimmer, had a girl, showed every promise of leading a normal life...
...C.I.O. queered the tour and stigmatized the name of Bedaux, Bedaux's lieutenants heaped bitter words on him. He retired, went back to France. Into the presidency moved deep-eyed, handsome Albert Ramond. Said he last week: "We stuck to the sinking ship and we got very wet...
...could think of no painless way of easing LaGuardia out. Meantime hen-shaped Fiorello continued to fly back & forth between Washington and New York, always a little out of breath and red in the face. At a ceremony marking the start of his third Mayoralty term, he flapped his wet wings and exploded with bantam wrath...