Word: crateful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Wally Cox: ". . . About as physically interesting as an orange crate . . . Cox seems to have been influenced by a rainy afternoon...
...toys (one creation had a tin washbasin in its stone stomach and a toy propeller imbedded in its navel). We promised to send the children some new toys and asked Louis Marx to ship a few and bill us (which he never did). Santa Marx sent a huge crate of toys, but it took two years for the children to finally receive them, because French customs officials were wary of the consignment. Because of the vast number and varied assortment of the toys, they wanted Picasso to take out an importer's license! Picasso and two friends fought French...
...Henry Sakemi, a Nisei farmer, raises tomatoes, peas, corn, beans, romaine lettuce and squash. His overhead is steep: four tractors, cultivators, disks, plows, subsoilers, harrows, planters and bed-shapers, besides the cost for water and labor (up to 90 field hands during harvest). But his yields are immense: 200 crates per acre of sweet corn, each crate holding five dozen ears, and tomatoes that net a steady $500-a-year-profit per acre. On his relatively small ranch he grosses $100,000 a year. "In a good year," says Rancher Sakemi, "my profit margin has hit as much...
...jail and back at work, Komoroczky twice failed to meet his production quota and was sternly lectured by his bosses. "That did it," he said last week. "I decided to try again." One night more than three weeks ago, he slipped into a big, eleven-foot-high crate in which was packed a boring machine consigned to Sydney, Australia. The crate was lined with black creosote paper, and except for the light trickling through two tiny knotholes, was completely dark. There was no room for the fugitive to sit or lie down; all he could do was crouch...
...next morning, unaware of its contents, workers at Komoroczky's machine shop nailed up the crate and bolted it firmly to the floor of a flatcar. Soon afterward, Imre was on his way. Cramped and crouching, he shivered with cold as the car rolled westward. After the second day, he could not eat his dry bread. By the end of the sixth day, his drinking water was used up. It took the slow freight that carried his crate three days to get to the Czech frontier at Bratislava. It stood for seven days on a siding near Prague before...