Word: bagging
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...inside, gas from a cylinder is forced into the chamber by a powerful pump. The gas, which is allowed to circulate for at least a whole day, has the ability to penetrate almost any thickness of cloth or fibre, even reaching the innermost grains of a hundred pound bag of wheat with unimpaired efficacy. When the process is complete, the gas is exuded by release of a safety valve and carried off by means of a fan in the outlet pipe. The tapestries and furniture are then removed, having been thoroughly fumigated and all insect matter killed...
...fortnight passed, the hunt died down. One day last week one Walter Kelley, 58, went walking in the woods near Seekonk, Mass., found a little dog lying beside his path. It was hardly more than a bag of bones, too weak to moan, pads worn to the quick. Kind Mr. Kelley had forgotten about the great dog hunt, but he carried the miserable animal to a nearby farmhouse. The farmer promptly led him to a tree, pointed to a poster. It was Sox. Hastily summoned, a veterinarian gave the dog an injection of glucose and a 50-50 chance...
...when a bankrupt flying organization, among whose creditors was the Advocate, was liquidated a short time ago, the Old Women of Plympton Street drew this contraption out of the bag, and for want of better, firmly intends to harbor it on her roof...
...rival. Bellowed Haverstraw Supervisor Shankey: "Against me I had the Postmaster General, the Chairman of the Democratic National Committee and the Chairman of the Democratic State Committee and I licked them all. Jim came here yesterday, visited every polling place and went away thinking he had it in the bag for his brother. I'm the real Democratic leader of Haverstraw-and always have been- not Jim Farley." Groaned Brother Jim: "Awful, per- fectly awful...
Thickly frosted in the frigid air of Moonlight Valley, S. Dak., start of the two previous failures, the great rubbery bag grew like a mushroom in the night as 300 soldiers labored beneath floodlights to pump in 300,000 cu. ft. of helium. By dawn all was ready. The balloonists climbed aboard, shouted: "Up, balloon!" Released, it floated gently away, cleared the rim of the woodsy valley, drifted out of sight as the 20,000 chilled spectators trekked back to Rapid City. Six hours later, Capt. Stevens radioed that Explorer II had touched 74,000 ft., well above both...