Word: blooms
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When Congress wants to stage a celebration it has an infallible formula: the whole thing is put in the hands of Representative Sol Bloom. Born 67 years ago in Pekin, Ill., of Polish-Jewish descent, reared in San Francisco, Sol had developed into a Manhattan real-estate man and music publisher before Tammany Hall, sensing his peculiar talents, elected him to Congress. For the past 14 years his Neanderthal forehead, nose and chin have distinguished him in Congress. So have his activities...
Last week, however, Congressman Bloom's latest project, the celebration of the 150th anniversary of the Constitution -which, since he is fond of appearing in costume, offers him delightful opportunities to appear as an early American patriot -came perilously close to shipwreck. Two years ago he got $10,000 to start his work, last year he got $200,000 more. Last week when he went back for $150,000 more he was very rudely treated. The celebration he has planned begins Sept. 17, the anniversary of the signing of the Constitution. On Dec. 7 comes the anniversary of Delaware...
...temperature of 85°, the plant had stood inert for five years in a box of earth four feet square. Three new leaves appeared but quickly withered and died. After this came a sprout which The Bronx scientists rightly took as a sign that the monster was about to bloom at last. By last week the spadix, a yellow central spike, was 6 ft. 1½ in. long and thick as a telephone pole at its base. In, the final 24 hr. of its rise it grew one inch. The whole plant was 8 ft. 5 in. tall...
After a night and morning of anxious waiting by botanists with 400 spectators flattening their noses against the greenhouse glass, a fleshy spathe began to unfurl from the spadix and spread out in a bell-shaped bloom. The bell was greenish yellow outside, warm maroon inside. At full bloom the circumference of the bell's lip was 12 ft. 10 in. By this time the plant had begun in earnest to emit its characteristic odor-a sickening carrion stench...
Like a child that grows into his father's fancy as he adds weeks and months to his infancy, Spring has captured the heart of Nature and transfused blood into her checks and a sparkle into her motley eyes. Landscapes bleak and foreboding a month past bloom today in green luxuriance. The march of the seasons is indeed inexorable, but what man, confronted with the newborn loveliness of May, will have it otherwise...