Word: dumps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...wrinkle in Soviet travel is the appearance in droves of foreign tourists born in Russia who at last have plucked up enough courage to go and see what their native village is like today. Mostly naturalized in the U. S., they travel 3,500 miles to exclaim "What a dump!" In Soviet hotels guests are offered such strange alternatives as "You can have with your dinner either caviar or a fresh vegetable or ice cream...
Both Gar Wood Industries and Gar Wood's expensive motorboat hobby date from 1911 when Gar Wood, then an automobile distributor in Duluth, Minn., thoughtfully observed a big truck being dumped by a hand crank. Setting to work, he invented a hydraulic hoist to dump trucks by power, founded a company to make it. His invention made him rich...
From hoists, Gar Wood slipped naturally into the manufacture of dump-truck bodies, then to truck and tractor appliances like cranes, ranches, road scrapers. Another Wood "industry" includes tanks for milk, fuel oil and gasoline trucks. Still another ''industry'' is air conditioning, which the Woods entered in 1930 with the first oil burner furnace designed and built as a unit. Additional space wall soon be added to the Woods' Highland Park plant to take care of its booming air-conditioning business. The Woods also make automobile accessories like heaters, and last year acquired rights...
...city contributed its $25,000,000 worth of halls and stadiums, its unsightly 150-acre dump sprawled along the lake front. Last March contractors began blasting away at frozen ashes, tin cans, bedsprings. In three months 15 miles of paving were laid, huge buildings erected. Exhibitors, paying $4 per sq. ft. for space, moved in their products. When last fortnight Secretary of Commerce Roper drawled a dull greeting into a microphone before a tiny audience, Cleveland suddenly woke up to find its dump converted into a thing of fun and beauty...
...Fred Fletcher, tenant on my farm here. On the return of myself and wife from a winter's cruise in Illinois, I proceeded to empty the ashes in my furnace which Fred had attended to during our absence. I was puzzled to see no fresh ashes on the dump or any evidence of ashes except that the coal (anthracite) bin was nearly empty. "Can't I have those ashes?" asked Fred. "Sure, but what do you want them for?" I countered. "I want to feed them to my hogs," quoth Fred. "Go way back and sit down...