Word: barely
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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World of Margarac & Mestrovic. In Pennsylvania's steel country, men tell of Hungarian Joe Margarac, who could lift a locomotive with his finger, and his rival, the Slav Steve Mestrovic, who could twist 500-lb. bars of iron with his bare hands; they boiled their eggs in a Bessemer converter and combed their hair with traveling cranes. Margarac and Mestrovic belonged to legend, to Pittsburgh and to an industrial development that had its counterparts but never its equal anywhere in the world...
...before) and made a drastic decision. Since the start of Lewis' three-day week, the fund had been taking in $5,000,000 a month and spending $8,000,000. Cut further by the halt of payments from the Southern operators, the fund had dwindled away to a bare $14 million. There was no way out; except for emergency payments all pension and welfare benefits would be suspended forthwith...
...World anthropology) is: How original were the American Indians? The orthodox theory is that the first Indians immigrated from Asia (via Alaska) in the cultural nude and built the civilizations of Mexico and Peru without outside help. A minority theory agrees that the original immigrants were pretty bare of culture, but insists that Indian civilization got plenty of helpful hints from across the Pacific...
...summer, the sun beat down on the school's tin roof, the pine boards sweated resin, and the smaller pupils dropped off to sleep. In winter "after the white frosts had fallen and blanketed the frozen land . . . many times I saw the red spots . . . from the bleeding little bare feet of those who came to school regardless of shoes." Jesse had to cure pretty 14-year-old Vaida Conway of spitting tobacco juice on the schoolhouse walls, and furtive Alvin Purdy of scribbling obscenities in the privy...
...dazzling bright room high above the late summer landscape of Manhattan's Central Park stood an exquisite blonde in a regal white dress (by Hattie Carnegie). She rustled her billowing petticoats and smiled a smile of quiet rapture. Above her decolletage, as bare as a lie and as bold as fashion, sparkled a small cascade of diamonds-or what looked like diamonds. Her slender, black-gloved hand gripped a black cigarette holder from which, now & again, she flicked a trace of ash with gracious disdain. A man's voice cooed...