Word: cedars
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Franciscans favored U. S. whiskeys, particularly De Luxe ($3.35 a pint), Golden Wedding ($3), Greenbriar ($3). Old Raven ($3), Cedar Brook ($2.75). Popular gins were Old Ram's Head ($1.75 a fifth), Old Colony ($1.55) and a local product, Old Smoothie...
...somewhat pacified John Farmer and George Peek had a breather. Holiday members in 14 states stalled, failed to vote for the strike. Northeastern Colorado and Western Nebraska farmers went further, resolved at their meetings "to follow the leadership of President Roosevelt." Tempered editorials appeared, like that of the Cedar Rapids Gazette, which concluded: "The Government's proposition is part cash and part gamble; Reno's proposition is all gamble." Even such a hot-head as grizzled old Governor William Henry ("Alfalfa Bill") Murray of Oklahoma counseled farmer?s to be patient with the Administration's farm policy...
...sent them to Chicago last week, says that the teeth were probably used from 1792 until 1798. They were fashioned from ivory and gold by Dr. John Greenwood of New York who had considerable correspondence with the toothless President about them. Dr. Greenwood advised rubbing the ivories with a cedar stick or chalk if they got too dark from port wine. If they got light, he said, soak them in broth, liquor or porter...
...uncommon for birds to do this, and they will weaken and eventually kill themselves by it. We have had a cedar waxwing and a California towhee beat against our windows in this way, and in each case stopped it promptly by placing a piece of cardboard over the part of the pane where the bird saw its image Otherwise the bird will keep the struggle up until it drops. My brother-in-law tells me he sometimes finds blood on the sill at his country home in Los Gatos where towhees have beaten themselves insensible during his absence...
...baleful season. No longer the dull throb of an orchestra, like drums in far off mountains, sounds in the gilded ballroom. Dresses black and gold and red and ochre, have been folded away in the cedar chest against the coming of a new campaign. Great grandmother's ear rings have gone back into mother's jewelry box. In one short month the sound and fury have dropped below a far horizon. And the girls have drifted off to Bermuda in new tweed suits, or to Florida in picture hats. Now this, to the Vagabond, is altogether fitting. Not the vanishing...