Word: cigaretes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...lodged in barracks distant from their homes. "If I take men from their homes and families it is for their own and their children's good!" shouted the General. "I take everything! I need everything! . . . We shall go on economizing. He who throws away the tinfoil of a cigaret packet is a dirty dog! . . . I hear that some people without public spirit are hoarding banknotes. Let them be warned that these might be repudiated overnight!" The speech was on such a plane of fury that it sounded as if the No. 2 Nazi wanted more than war upon Czechoslovakia...
Reporting an hour early for his first day's work* as a stock boy in the basement of William Filene's Sons department store in Boston, John Aspinwall Roosevelt entered by the wrong door, drew the wrong time slip, forgot to throw away his cigaret. Said he: "I'm really serious about this job. The sooner everybody forgets I'm my father's son, the better it will be for me. ... It sure is interesting...
...prospector-inventor had met a promoter named Archie Moulton Andrews, had been persuaded to let him display the Schick shaver along with his own Lektrolite cigaret lighter at the Chicago world's fair. After a disagreement over distributing rights, Promoter Andrews developed his own dry shaver, the Packard, and began to sell it with noisy ballyhoo. A typical advertisement pictured a small child from behind & below, with a caption: "JUST AN IDEA OF HOW SMOOTH YOUR FACE FEELS AFTER USING A PACKARD LEKTRO-SHAVER." Jacob Schick sued Archie Andrews for infringement of his patent, but he lost...
With all other defendants dead, missing or pleading guilty, Jimmy Hines stood spotlighted alone. Well aware that crusading district attorney heroes are always elected to higher office, he said to reporters -nonchalantly lighting a cigaret-"This is a political battle. I know because I've been in political battles before...
...into the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Winchell (no kin to Columnist Winchell), slipped his shoes under one of the twin beds, slipped himself into the bed in which Mrs. Winchell was already sleeping, himself slipped off to sleep. Later Mrs. Wrinchell awoke, lit a match for a cigaret, saw Polaski, screamed. Next day Polaski was sentenced to 60 days, fined...