Word: acridity
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...most acrid debate of the campaign centers on the unemployment problem. Murphy claims that Herter has slighted the issue, despite the Governor's founding of the State Commerce Department. This agency has brought over 200 new industries into the state and helped account for one of Massachusetts' most prosperous years. The revealing part of Murphy's attack is his inability to offer an effective alternative. He has hazy ideas of improving Herter's Commerce Department and advocates unpracticable suggestions such as immediate revision of the Taft-Hartley Law and a 50-cent increase in the wage minimum...
...stagnant air over the mountain-hemmed area, ordinarily harmless chemicals rise from factory chimneys, auto exhausts, backyard incinerators at the rate of 3,100 tons a day. Under strong sunshine, the chemicals react with one another and with molecules of ozone (O 3 ) to form a low-hanging, acrid pall, irritating to humans and damaging to crops...
...acrid smoke of the Republican factional feud, Kansas Democrats sniffed a heady perfume. As bait for roiled Republicans, they nominated Banker George Docking, 50, a middle-of-the-road Democrat, hoped they might elect a governor for the first time since 1936, when Walter A. Huxman rode in on Franklin Roosevelt's coattails...
Roosevelt had a poor opinion of Wilson ("a scholarly, acrid pacifist of much ability and few scruples") and a poorer one of the Democratic Secretary of State William Jennings Bryan ("an amiable, windy creature who knows almost nothing"). When World War I began. Roosevelt was an interventionist. He saw the invasion of Belgium as a desperate threat to the fabric of international law. and denounced Wilson's "spiritless neutrality" in the face of it. ("I should have backed the protest by force.") Repeatedly he offered to furnish and equip a volunteer cavalry division for emergency war service...
...crackers of yesteryear-so thick, so roundly red, so pregnant with earsplitting, tooth-jarring noise? Where are the backyard skyrockets, with their colored, cone-topped heads and their delicate pinewood sticks? Where are the politicians who spoke, jowls aquiver and veins distended, on the glorious day amid the pleasantly acrid smell of burnt powder? Where are the red, white and blue floats built on flat bed-trucks? Where is the George M. Cohan roll for the player piano and the rock salt for the ice-cream freezer on the back porch...