Word: addicting
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...typical morphine addict looks "like a skeleton" simply because he does not take sufficient food, exercise and proper care of his body. If an addict suddenly ceases to take morphine, he endures horrible suffering...
...Manhattan, as on preceding birthdays (TIME, Dec. 17, 1934), newshawks sought out beautiful, little white-whiskered Dr. Charles Giffen Pease on his 81st birthday. Dr. Pease obliged: "My friends, I can tell a poison addict at a glance. I go into the park to walk. I pick out the children who are receiving cocoa, a drink as noxious as the poisonous alcohol. How can I tell? By the degeneracy of the skin, and the tissue around the eyes. It is unfailing. 'Madam,' I say, 'your child is receiving cocoa.' 'Yes,' she replies...
...George B. Winter, author of a book on wisdom teeth, famed authority on extracting. He has a research laboratory on the farm near St. Louis where he raises sheep, turkeys, dogs, ducks. A man of broad humors and skillful hands, he is a proficient amateur magician, a rabid wrestling addict who calls most topflight wrestlers by their first names. He likes to be photographed wearing chaps, boots, spurs, cowboy hat and holster pistol, .although he cannot ride a horse...
...games, still shout their religion, their love and fear of ''Lawd Jesus." Porgy, the crippled beggar, appears driving his seedy goat. The simple love story is his. Bess belongs to the murderer Crown. According to the neighbors she is "a liquor-guzzlin' slut," a "Happy Dust" addict. Porgy gives her shelter, buys her a divorce although she never has been married, sets out tragically with his goat to follow her when she runs off to New York...
...piece orchestra played rousing sacred music. A reformed jailbird, a one-time drug-addict, a converted cowpuncher, a ''reformed Presbyterian deacon" gave testimonials. A brief, fierce sermon whipped up the pulses of 1,500 people in the arched, open-walled tabernacle. One by one they hurried up to kneel in straw and sawdust by a long bench-like altar. Rawboned, hot-eyed men lifted clasped hands high in prayer. Women wailed, waved their arms, chanted gibberish. Small bewildered children noisily imitated their elders. The din rose, night after night, week after week, while plain people nearby stirred crossly...