Word: cocoons
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Japanese explained that the price rise could not be avoided. Fearing a domestic inflation, Japanese people were hoarding silk. Furthermore the 1938 cocoon crop was very small. Trans-Pacific shipping costs had risen since the War started. Total stocks of silk on hand in Japan were estimated to be very low. Besides which the Japanese, to conserve foreign exchange, were buying garments of native silk, instead of imported cotton or rayon made from imported wood pulp...
...Japanese did not stress a few facts : > 1939's summer-autumn cocoon crop is the biggest in six years, estimated...
...make silk, the silk worm reduces the cellulose in mulberry leaves to a protein liquid which it spins into a cocoon. Result of man's learning to imitate this technique is the 45-year-old rayon industry. A major source for the cellulose is "dissolving pulp," wood pulp processed further than for making newsprint. Last week, the largest "dissolving pulp" company in the world, Rayonier Inc., announced "the highest earnings in the history of the company and its predecessors"-$3,124,703 for the twelve months ended April 30; this was almost a million more than for the previous...
...Howard Spring of the London Evening Standard, whose "Book of the Month" choice is a lively competitor of the organized book clubs. With publication last month of My Son, My Son!, plain English readers were pleased as they had not been since J. B. Priestley unfolded from his cocoon. My Son, My Son! is a sad story. But with its generous length (649 pages), plot and number of characters, its easy. Dickensian narrative, a fortifying moral, the story carries its own self-comforting device- not unlike the jet of oil that plays on high-speed emery wheels to prevent tools...
...will find his book more readily comprehensible, will find that few books better illustrate the professional literate's magpie-like stealing of twigs off literature's genealogical tree, his pupa-like spinning, out of a bowel-deep terror of extinction, pessimism's tight and tolerably comfortable cocoon. Irritating to some ears will be Author Tate's attempts, in many of his poems, to catch the tone of T. S. Eliot's latter-day concord of sourness and light. But in the presentation of his central themes, the Civil War and life's mortal idiocy...