Word: ashe
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...ash is the cigar's sickness ... a gas inspector is like an insect on a salad. . . . Your wife "will have hair as white as sugar and her ears will be unpaid bills - unpaid because you are dead...
Saskatchewan's government-owned plants are already set to turn out boots & shoes, bricks, fish fillets, horsehide coats, woolens, boxes, type, lumber and power. The government can also supply fire and general insurance, looks forward to marketing a volcanic-ash kitchen cleaner, running a bus service and perhaps a Moose Jaw radio station. With Cadbury at the helm, this might be only the beginning...
...concluded that present Japanese capacity could be heavily cut and still remain larger than it was before Japan attacked China in 1931. He recommended a reduction in steel production to 2,500,000 tons and complete elimination of ball-bearing manufacture. He thought some caustic acid plants, solvay soda ash plants, and coal-burning electric generators could be picked up and removed from Japan...
Joseph Vitolo Jr., nine years old and small in the underfed fashion of the poor, was the 18th child (nine still living) of an immigrant Italian who makes a little money working on an ash truck, and a fat Italian mother who helps buy food by cutting flowers out of cloth. He went to school, where his teachers considered him bright, and in the evenings he played in a rock-strewn vacant lot. Usually he played with the neighborhood girls because he was too little to get much attention from the older boys...
...Davis doesn't consider himself an abstractionist; he tags himself as just a painter who has finally learned what not to paint. His father was Edward Wyatt Davis, art director of the Philadelphia Press (TIME, Oct. 29). His first teacher was Robert Henri, leader of the "Ash Can School" of painting, who scorned pastoral prettiness in art. In his teens Davis obediently wandered the streets of New York, sketching what he saw. He learned to love the rattling, ironwork kaleidoscope of city life, the eye-catching colors of chain-store fronts, gasoline pumps and taxicabs; the bright blinking...