Word: boilers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Eyes on the Needles. The men who watch the gauges indicating how the U.S. war economy is going scanned their dials anxiously this week. The needle points crept up & up. Like a good head of steam in a boiler, higher wages and prices had been useful for a while -the steam behind the throttle was pretty low when the war boom started. But now the indicators inched toward the danger point...
Would the boiler blow Dick Tracy through the roof? Would Joe Palooka best the Nazis? In Venezuela such questions called urgently for an answer. But the ships from New York were slow in coming, and many a Venezuelan newspaper was running short of comic-strip mats. While the comic-strip heroes teetered on various brinks, Venezuelan editors heard with dismay that a ship with a supply of mats had been sent to the bottom by a pigboat...
...concerned. With a crowd of other supers--all male--from B. U. and the Boston Conservatory of Music, we were herded into a basement room full of electric motors and gen- erators and told to strip. When we had reached suitable stages of deshabille we betook ourselves to the boiler room to receive our apparel...
...were all costumed as Egyptians, but the Opera's geographical notions must be hazy, for they dress their Egyptians in clothing that might well befit a Laplander. Our wait in the boiler room was far from comfortable...
...solved the boiler question by walking out of the room. As long as we were in costume nobody bothered us. We could go anywhere backstage and people ignored us. I guess they figured we were luminaries or were trying to catch an 8:40 cue. Anyhow, led by the adventursome Newman, who seems to be endowed with an inquisitive mind, the half dozen of us Harvard men paraded through the Maginot-like corridors of the Metropolitan backstage. Behind us trailed the three dozen supers from the other colleges, figuring, I suppose, that we knew where we were going. We walked...