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By year’s end, most of Europe ganged up on Hitler, and a phony war had millions of men idling in trenches eating their Christmas turkeys. Back home in Oz, the drunkometer was breathlessly awaited, pigeon pies were on the nose, our military canteens were sometimes wet and sometimes dry. Nasho via a lottery was back for young men, Sinatra led his bobby-soxers, while girls of all ages swooned for crooner Bing. Wirelesses were as big as wall TVs are now.
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