Word: drunks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Last week this machine-age approach got Mrs. Cordova into trouble. Three of her best clients complained about her work to District Attorney James T. Burke. One aggrieved man with a "stomach misery" said he had paid her $60, had drunk a quart of mysterious liquid every three days for five months without any sign of improvement. Another had given her $25 to slap a hex on an undesirable daughter-in-law. The damned thing hadn't worked. Neither had a $40 wife-luring...
Invitation to Leave. At 5 p.m. that day Mayor Yung gave a banquet for Russians and Chinese. Many toasts were drunk; but a ghost sat at the groaning board. The Russians complained that the Chinese made many "transparent allusions" to the murder of Chinese Engineer Chang Hsin-fu, killed near Fushun last January. The Chinese believe the Russians were responsible. The Russians believe that Chinese Communists were guilty. Reported Chneider: "The Chinese kept telling us that they would guarantee our safety to Mukden, and then the Chinese would remind us that the Red Army gave the same pledge to their...
...Mina's reception over, the Aleman caravan set out again in the midday glare, the candidate's black Cadillac sedan at its head. When the procession reached the end of the International Highway's hard surface, construction gangs served mezcal, drunk with maguey worm salt. Thereafter the road became a mule path that dipped into canyon beds, clung to mountainsides. The sun grew hotter, the dust thicker; passengers climbed out to lighten loads. In streams-shallow at the dry season-drivers parked to cool their tires...
...Joey. You are a guy that's got to be on the eerie, and you heard I wrote it while I was on the sauce. I didn't. I was sober ... I started [on 'a real beauty'] Thursday. By Saturday morning I'd drunk myself sober...
...smiled at each other but without warmth, rather as though they had just bumped into each other on a sidewalk." But there was no escape. So for the first time ever, Susan told somebody her life story. It was quite a tale. Her mother, she told Slick, had first drunk herself into a stupor with crème de cacao and curaçao, then ran away with a traveling salesman. Thereupon her father began to lose his wits, finally cut his throat with a razor. Her grandfather was popped into a sanatorium for alcoholics; her uncle still languished...