Word: dot
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Dot got into the mining business through the front tunnel. Her father was a doctor who preferred mining to medicine, died leaving $23,000 debts and some dubious mining claims. So Dot went to work, first in a Seattle department store, then in San Francisco, then in Washington as a $30-a-week typist for the old NRA. In her spare time in the capitol she pawed through old mining records, finally traced her father's claims. That got her started. In no time at all she located most of his mines, ousted claim-jumpers, sold one mine...
...chrome deposits, running up $700-monthly telephone bills, nightclubbing. Then she stormed Washington, surprised everybody but herself by landing the biggest chromite contract ever: $846,000 for 25,000 tons. Then came trouble. The Alaskan mine was under 30 feet of snow, could be mined only at terrific cost. Dot flopped on her contract, got back to her California mines with only $11 in her worn purse...
...Dot is less regal but more productive. She uses a ramshackle, ghost-town U.S. post office as headquarters, tears between her three mountain mines in a secondhand $55 down-payment Ford, wears dirty trousers and wildly striped, tight-fitting sweaters (see cut), bosses her 45 employes like a regular miner. She also produces chrome ore. Her Joe River mine turns out 20 tons every day. Last week she opened her Ladd mine, put more steam behind construction at the McGuffy mine. Thus her production soon will be much higher, although she has already sold 3,200 tons to the Government...
Second Circle. The story begins with the flight of seven political prisoners from the Westhofen Concentration Camp. Twenty minutes after the break, the camp lieutenant spread out his map, "stuck the point of his compass into the red dot marked CAMP WESTHOFEN and drew three concentric circles." Somewhere between the red dot and the second circle the fugitives must be. From this circumference bloodhounds padded out into the foggy evening, the camp sirens screamed incessantly, police began the precise combing of every tree and tussock...
...Nineteenth-Century America was uninhibited in joshing racial groups. Among its targets: Irishmen ("McCracken lost an upper lip, McCloskey lost an eye''), Germans ("Der nicest ting as neffer vas Iss valk dot Broadway down"), Jews ("Oh! what a show of noses, among the Sheenies in the sand"), Negroes ("A dark night, a nigger and a chicken, You can bet that they are mighty close friends"). Likewise open and to the point was it on the recurring theme of boy & girl. Instead of Did You Ever See a Dream Walking? It went to bat with...