Word: cellarer
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Charles Boettcher II, 31, wealthy Denver investment broker who had been kidnapped on the night of Feb. 12. His story: After being carried for some 18 hr. in an automobile, he was kept with eyes taped in a room which he judged by its musty smell to be a cellar. He never saw the two, possibly three, men who guarded him. Returning, they left him on a side-street in East Denver...
...Manhattan, Rubin Fisher, 26, told newshawks he had read 146,444 gas meters for Consolidated Gas Co. without a mistake, gave the Chinese for meter reader ("Hi-fo-be-yo"), the Italian ("meeta' read"), the Jewish ("gess men"). Wading waist-deep in cellar water to read meters Rubin Fisher once nearly drowned in a deep hole, once met a dozen alligators...
...breeze, walked Mrs. Franklin Delano Roosevelt to inspect her home after March 4. Mrs. Hoover received her in the Green Room. From there they went on a complete tour of the White House from attic to basement. Mrs. Hoover pointed out the furniture that was private property. In the cellar they saw expert Army packers crating up things for shipment to Palo Alto aboard the naval transport Henderson from Norfolk. Each crate bore big black letters: "Mrs. Herbert Hoover, Stanford University. In care Twelfth Naval District." Mrs. Roosevelt fingered the curtains, made mental notes of replacements and rearrangements. Certainly...
...sadistic thugs. Such persons know of its existence in the U. S. mainly from publicity given trifling episodes such as the one which occurred last week near Avon, N. Y. State police were advised by agents of the Rochester Humane Society that a cockfight would be held in the cellar of the Canawaugus Inn. When they arrived at the Inn, police found a score of cars, their lights extinguished, parked outside. In the cellar a fairsized crowd was huddled around a tanbark pit, where, in the hard brilliance of electric light, two gamecocks were silently and gracefully tearing each other...
...from pouring punch down the bass horn. They're good, spirited lads I used to get that way myself once," he murmured sadly. "These winter dances are hard work for as waiters: we sure earn our pay. For instance, inside of ten minutes tonight I had to run down cellar and turn off a carbon dioxide gas spigot they had opened; stop a young man who was running about with a candle on a silver serving tray asking loudly for an honest woman said he was Dy Jennies or some one like that. The two of them wanted to carry...