Word: bucketfuls
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...centre of the garage, into which rain dripped through the leaky roof, was a crude boxlike arena, 12 ft. square, with an old piece of canvas on the floor. A dirty white blanket was spread on an oil drum, to receive the dead body of the loser. A bucket and sponge were ready to lave the winner's wounds...
...followed by only five days a decision of the Interstate Commerce Commission to raise railroad freight rates for certain commodities enough to give U. S. roads an estimated $47,500,000 more revenue a year (TIME, Nov. 1). This sum President Jeffers last week called "a drop in the bucket." With 200 other top U. S. railroad executives he presently sat down in Chicago to discuss passing the bucket to the I.C.C. once more. After two days' talk the conclave agreed to ask the I.C.C. for: 1) a flat 15% rise in general freight rates estimated to produce...
From the coal mine town of Bradford, Ala., last week came a unique tale of lynching. According to Special Officer F. L. Brittain of the Alabama By-Products Corp., which runs Bradford's mines, a mob of "several thousand Negroes" gathered outside a beer parlor called the "Bloody Bucket," accused two white men of assaulting a Negro woman in a wood near the "Bloody Bucket," threatened to lynch them...
...with the death of the mob's victim. Last week's reverse lynching had a reverse ending. To a Birmingham hospital went Negro Alvin Hill, seriously wounded by two .45 calibre bullets. Into a Birmingham jail five hours later strolled Clarence Higginbotham, white proprietor of the "Bloody Bucket." He confessed to the shooting, said he had been afraid Hill and three Negro companions were going to try some of that "lynch stuff...
...morning early in July the wife of Dee Wyatt, Negro sharecropper living on the banks of White River near Newport, Ark. shuffled out to her backyard pump, drew a bucket of water, groaned a mite as she paused to rest her back. Casually she glanced across the turgid river, then shrieked and scurried into the ramshackle house after her husband. Dee Wyatt popped his head out, took one look, and straightway headed for the home of Bramlett Bateman, nearest white farmer. He and his wife, he informed Farmer Bateman, had seen a monster. Neither of them had been drinking. Farmer...