Word: bedfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...unimpressive-looking sticks into the groins of James Peak. Next day, in the White House, President Coolidge approached a golden telegraph key, applied thereto his right forefinger. The stimulus of a spark danced across the continent. A few feet of granite were blasted out of their native bed and James Peak had a hole completely through its middle. Outside the hole, safely away from flying granite, Governor William H. Adams shook hands with Mayor C. Clarence Neslen of Salt Lake City. In Denver, 50 miles away, citizens rejoiced. Some thought that the six-mile Moffat Tunnel, longest railroad bore...
...Yessir, and the laigs on his right side are longer than the ones on his left side, so he kin stand straight as he goes around the hill feedin'. He kin only go 'round that one way, o' course, an' when he gets ready to go to bed he has to lie down an' crawl into his hole...
There is a story, for the exact truth of which, however the Vagabond cannot youth, told of an employee in one of Mr. Ford's automobile factories who on his death-bed was asked to give his idea of paradise. It had been this worthy man's occupation to give the second from the last turn to the last bolt on the chasis as they moved past him, his fellow worker standing beside him putting the finishing touch to the product. Now as he lay dying he could think of but one supreme desire, but one thing which...
...Premier, Leader of the Labor party: "We admit that the British soldiers and marines now en route to China are being sent merely as policemen. . . . But this is a distinction which may not be clear to Chinese minds. . We fear that the British public may go to bed one night with its soldiers acting as policemen in China, and wake up next morning to find them acting as soldiers...
...disastrous industrial depression resulting from the British coal strike (TIME, May 10 to Nov. 29). Midnight Visitor. At a maternity hospital in London's slummy East End the lights were snapped on suddenly one midnight last week, and 48 recent mothers blinked sleepy, startled eyes. Then they huddled bed clothes around themselves, sat up and simpered at Edward of Wales. He, restless, hurried on to visit half a dozen East End dives. At one a sailor, elated with rum, seized Edward's not very strong right hand and pumped it for minutes-shouting "Hold on Prince!" whenever...