Word: cellarer
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...General. Last year Fruit Industries, on Mrs. Wille-brandt's advice, brought forth a liquid grape concentrate called Vine-Glo ("Just Pull the Bung") for urban vintners (TIME, Nov. 24). A client is supplied with a keg of nonalcoholic concentrate which Vine-Glo agents put down in his cellar. They dilute it, tend it for 60 days. By then it becomes wine of about 15% alcoholic content. Prohibition Director Woodcock explained again & again that he could prosecute only if an intent to violate the law was shown and intent was very hard to prove...
...eight o'clock tonight the old roisterer will be safety ensconced in a deep cellar beside, not one, but two kegs of the wine of the country. And right at this point in the thesis the Vagabond wishes to announce that there is no wine of any country that can equal apple eider. This is his last column of the year and he is getting a little informal. Heigh, ho, his inches are filled, his brain is befogged and you, dear reader, are heartily fed up with all this nonsense. In the words of Tiny Tim. "God Bless Ua, Every...
Manhattan workmen demolishing old. deserted buildings to make way for Radio City (TIME, March 16), last week ceased their clatter while one of them went into a musty cellar and brought up a hatful of squirming kittens. Behind him trailed a proud, wild mother tabby. He said: "That makes 75 kittens we've rescued since we started work less than two weeks ago. We aren't always able to take the mother cat, and when we can't catch her . . . the men just work around the little family until the little ones are strong enough...
...went down there!" they cried, pointing to a cellar door. Chief Russell drew his revolver, started downstairs. The squirrel, hiding just inside the cellar entrance, darted at the Chief, fastened itself on his trouser-leg. Believing at last, the policeman calmly kicked the animal to the bottom of the stairs. It sat there, blinking up at him. It must have rabies, he thought; he must not destroy its head, which the health authorities would want to examine. Carefully he aimed his service revolver, steadily fired, blew a hole through its shoulders. Then he went down and picked up the body...
...North and South has an increasingly romantic appeal. These five short stories, with one exception, are tales of the Civil War from the Southern point of view. A Southern farmer comes home to find his mother's grave ripped open by Yankee raiders. He traps them in the cellar, kills them...