Word: acridity
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...neighing of horses, bellowing of elephants, laughing of hyenas, screeching of monkeys. The Garden's roof was a maze of ropes and wires, its floor a carpet of earth, sawdust and manure. In the air blue with tobacco smoke hung an odor as unmistakable as it is complex? acrid wild animal mixed with sawdust, hemp, tar, leather and gunpowder?the immemorial smell of Circus...
...obtain, and you will have a temperate nation and a civilized one. That may sound like plain speaking, but it's the truth." Before the War and Prohibition, only the cheapest and rawest of whiskey could be bought for a nickel a drink. It was freshly distilled, acrid grain alcohol, diluted with water and colored with caramel. It contained poisonous fusel oils, seared the stomach, appealed only to the poorest of dipsomaniacs...
Completely engrossing the headlines of the New York newspapers for the past several months have been the rather insouciant difficulties in which the members of the Manhattan judiciary have all too unwillingly found themselves immersed. Rumors of bribes and office-buying filled the air with acrid odors. Someone traced down several of these odors and, strangely enough, found them sadly true. That someone was Isador Kresel, respected member of the New York bar, an unfailing public servant, and daemoniac detective hounding the paths of careless judiciaries. There ensued sudden resignations, mysterious disappearance and, still more strangely, several convictions. The innocent...
...first time since the proposed relief measures became obscured by acrid debate President Hoover has shown a willingness to compromise. Ironically enough on the same day that it printed this piece of news the Boston Herald in its editorial column compliments the President on his uncompromising attitude towards government...
...last edition was just off the presses, the night shift of the Baltimore Post had just gone on duty one evening last week, when muffled explosions shook the composing room floor. Clouds of smoke bearing acrid fumes sent the printers flying for exits. Flames shot up the elevator shaft, mushroomed out through the four stories of the old triangular building. Some of the 35 occupants fought their way out through halls and stairways; others made for the fire escapes. One linotype operator, Joseph Douglass, did not wait for firemen to raise a ladder, jumped from the third floor, died...