Word: belt
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Meanwhile, smashing the Bayou de Glaize line of defense, flood waters swept through the sugar-belt district of Louisiana, threatened to add 125,000 new refugees to the total of flood fugitives. The Bayou de Glaize defenses ran, roughly speaking, east and west through Avoyelles Parish, about 90 miles north of the Gulf of Mexico. Having broken through this line on a front of some 25 miles (in a straight east-west line) the water was expected to continue almost unhindered to the Gulf. It should empty into the Bays of Vermilion and the Cote Blanche, some 100 miles west...
...Joliet, Ill., a priest driving an automobile asked permission to pass through the State prison grounds "for a short cut." He was seized and, after a violent brawl, unfrocked, and seen to be no priest. The automobile contained "a can of soup" (nitro-glycerin), loaded pistol, cartridge belt, two suits of clothes, a blue-print of the prison...
...There was a good-looking young woman in the seat next to me. A big Indian thug who appeared to be a sort of officer seized her by the arm and ordered her out of the car. I drew my belt containing 2,000 pesos and offered it to him if he would let her alone. When the bandit saw all that money, his eyes glistened, he held out his hand, called me a gentleman and went on his way gloating. The girl fainted...
...reckoned they couldn't find no way to vote no-how." Miami's 40,000 Negroes never fret much about white men's elections, but somehow they had, counted on marking crosses on nice new ballots in the April elections. A committee of three leading citizens of the black belt, suave in manner, impeccable in dress, called on the city commission. The Hannibal of the trio made a dignified advance. He said...
...like a plush pansy on the cushioned floor of her boudoir in their suburban mansion, Mme. Clemente vents her jealousy and disapproval of Crystal's wild-honeymoons, by telling all to the newspapers. That is where the narrator comes in, as an astute young literata fresh from the wheat belt, starved for silk lingerie and articulate courtship. An editor from whose gentle, sadistic lip cigarets droop two and three at a time; a svelte social secretary from Virginia who has come through three marriages with a rope scar around her neck and a bright-haired daughter, but without rings...