Word: belts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...uses, such as automobile fenders, its processing has barely begun. Shooting down the roller table at 24 m.p.h., it plunges into a slot, is caught by a set of rollers in a circle and, in a red mist it coils itself into a spool, is deposited on a moving belt ready for "pickling." This is the trade's name for a brief bath in acid to wash off all scale before the sheet steel is cold-rolled under more huge "stands'' to give it proper thinness and finally annealed in another furnace to give it proper ductility...
Jobs are also available in the 1938 Work Camps conducted by the American Friends Association in the Mississippi cotton belt, in the poverty stricken coal areas of Pennsylvania, or in the Tennessee Valley...
...scientists, sentimentalists-gathered in Baltimore last week for the third North American Wildlife Conference, welcomed news of the Des Plaines Valley experiment. Mosquito control was the subject of the conference's bitterest debate. According to conservationists, drainage ditches of Eastern and Southern States, which end-to-end would belt the world almost 2½ times, have dried away vegetation, starved wildlife. Said Audubon Societies' William Vogt: "Intelligently conceived, expertly prosecuted, adequately maintained, and completely justified mosquito control is as rare as the Eskimo curlew...
...William Simpson, Inc., which was founded in Manhattan by a family which had been pawnbroking in England for five generations. One William Simpson or another has lent money to Steve Brodie, Boss Tweed, Commodore Vanderbilt and Tony Pastor. John L. Sullivan used to hock his diamond-studded championship belt at Simpson's for $400. Evalyn Walsh McLean pawned her Hope Diamond there to get the $100,000 Gaston Means swindled from her as ransom for Charles A. Lindbergh Jr. The present William Simpson, much harassed by squabbles in the business, recently got a new slant from the play...
...hair, piano-sitting technique and a voice like a pent-up sob, was the best known torch singer of them all. In the sweeping Americana of Edna Ferber's Showboat she was the modern note. Her House of Morgan was the nattiest in Manhattan's satiny nightclub belt. Last week in Philadelphia, plumper, still tousled, sad-eyed and sobby-voiced, Helen Morgan sang in three-a-day variety at cheap Fay's Theatre on Market Street. The matinee audience was unenthusiatic. "I got the bird," she reported, demonstrating with a lady-like version. "Only," she added...