Word: burlap
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Bill Ruback of the National Park Service took his best men to join forces with a crew from the Davey Tree Expert Co., low bidders (about $9,000) on the 120-mile moving job. They arrived with backhoe, crane, tractor trailer, chain, wire and a burlap tarp made in Baltimore just for this tree. They were met with 90 qts. of Mrs. Myers' homemade soup, dozens of sandwiches, gallons of coffee and enough neighborly warmth to discourage winter...
Each branch of the spruce was tied to the trunk. The 11-ft. ball was shaped by hand, contained with burlap, hog wire, a rope girdle and an oaken tub. Mrs. Myers insisted that the work crew, neighbors and reporters stay for lunch. For three days they worked and ate. There were vegetable soup and chicken corn soup, hot dogs and chocolate cake, green salad, and pears and peaches canned by Mrs. Myers. The neighbors came out every day to watch as their old friend the spruce was gussied up to go to the city...
When the moment came to slip on the special burlap tarp, Mrs. Myers went up and put her hand on the tree and cried. An undertaker from their hamlet of Shiloh had asked Mr. Myers if he wanted to have a little service for the tree, but Mr. Myers declared firmly, "No, this is one you are not going...
Their illicit cargo-ten tons of marijuana, worth $22 million in street sales -apparently saved three of the four smugglers. On impact the burlap bags slammed forward into the cockpit, broke open and literally popped the surviving crew members out of the plane as it disintegrated and burned. Said a Union Parish sheriffs deputy: "Those guys are lucky to be alive, and thanks to the pot they are. But they're sure going to get to know our jail real well." They face up to ten years for possession of marijuana with intent to distribute. The fourth crew member...
...Aquatic, a noisy, diesel-driven 40-ft. private sub tender chugs out of Warwick Cove into a gray Rhode Island day. Past rows of boats with names like Many-Ha-Ha's, Daddy's Girl, Lucy M and Gyp Sea. Past a dock where burlap sacks of clams are bought and sold -the seller getting 55? per lb. for littlenecks, as high as 80? for big quahogs. Past a sandbar where a tourist drowned yesterday clamming in 3 ft. of water. Past the big shingled mansions that trim the shoreline at fashionable Warwick Neck. And so into Narragansett...