Word: doorless
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...house," the Price brothers sat down to see if it could be done. They substituted an insulated concrete-slab floor for hardwood floors, eliminated the basement in favor of a utility room with a hot-water heater, put an oil heater in the living room and left closets doorless. They got the cost of the unassembled house down to $2,089 f-o.b. the plant. Added costs of erection, wiring, plumbing, etc., said Jim Price, should keep the house under $6,000 on a site costing no more than $650. (They have been limiting shipments to a 500-mile...
...wharves of Scotland's Glasgow. Most of the Gorbals' massive grey granite houses were built a century ago when thousands of poor laborers began to arrive in Glasgow. Now 85,000 human beings cram its 252 acres. In many of its tenements 30 people share a single doorless toilet, and the odor of garbage hangs heavy in the stairwells. There is an undertaker on every other block. A Gorbals girl summed up life there: "The cat sleeps with us. If a rat runs over the blankets, he springs...
...very dirty housedress. When Author MacDonald visited the Kettles, Maw shouted at the dogs to "stop that goddamn noise." Then she hospitably kicked a path through the dog bones and chicken manure. Author MacDonald staggered; her nose had been dealt "a stinging blow by the outhouse lurking doorless and unlovely" near the porch. Once she ventured to wonder why the Kettles, who had a good stream, did not install a bathroom. Maw Kettle was incensed: "And have every sonofabitch that has to go, traipsin' through my parlor? When we start spendin' money like drunken sailors...
...Author MacDonald's garden. One day Bob steamed down to protest. "The dignity and force of his entrance were somewhat impaired by the fact that as he came abreast of the back porch he found himself face to face with Mrs. Kettle, who was comfortably seated in the doorless outhouse reading the Sears, Roebuck catalogue, and instead of hurriedly retiring in confusion, she remained where she was but took active part in the ensuing conversation...
...daylight too, when first the West End was bombed, the East End swarmed over round-eyed and unmalicious, "forgetting its own scenes of horror in the rapture of the new . . . and goes back, to sit down in the windowless, doorless shells of its homes and tells its less adventurous neighbors that they 'aven't arf made a mess of Bond Street...