Word: acridly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Ship Lolly-pop." Report had it that the character of Director Koslofski was a damaging caricature of Josef von Sternberg. Trade papers tittered that Stand-In laughed at the motion picture industry. The last is true, but the laughter is large, warming and contagious. Stand-in is not an acrid satire like Once in a Lifetime or Boy Meets Girl, but a panel of broad, sure dimensions. It shows the bottom as well as the top, emphasizing that the vast army of skilled film technicians, the grips and pincers, the cutters and carpenters, are more pertinent to picture production than...
...Berlin acrid yellowish smoke billowed last week around the Hindenburg Palace in which visiting Benito Mussolini was to be a guest. Bombing planes chased by pursuit ships streaked across the sky, anti-aircraft guns chattered, the entire Wilhelmstrasse quarter of government buildings disappeared in the thick smoke of fake bombs, and subject to severe fines was any citizen of Berlin who did not dive like a rabbit into the bombproof shelter nearest him. Black streamers were plastered about liberally to indicate "DESTRUCTION" and afternoon papers spoke of the bombing fleet as "RED." Thus last week German minds were prepared...
...summer of 1845, on an Irish air long heavy with the smell of dung heaps, peat bogs and the personal reek of an ill-kempt and poverty-ridden citizenry, a new and more awful odor arose. Sulphurous, acrid, "like the smell of foul water in a sewer," it came from the almost-ripened potato plants, lay so thick that in some places it was visible as a whitish cloud above them. Where it appeared, leaves turned first purplish-brown, then black; stems withered, so that they broke at the touch, oozing a pus-colored liquid; the potatoes, when dug, were...
Promptly then the big gold star was ripped from the cap of Marshal Tukhachevsky, the four red pips from the collars of his colleagues, and all eight of them fell dead before the acrid volleys of a firing squad. Official Pravda wrote their obituary: "Dogs die like dogs. There is no place for such murderers in the Soviet scheme of things...
...wait on a customer who happened to drive up. Mindful of what he had seen in "Radio Patrol," Millstine turned on his pump, the robber looming suspiciously over him. The pump began to click and the measuring bell had pinged once when Millstine suddenly wheeled around. Whoosh! went the acrid stream of gasoline, in good funnypaper style, squarely between the bandit's eyes. When he got them clear again, he was in jail...