Word: dusted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...north of this city. Another large manufacturer now operating in the East is pleading before the high courts for a chance to open a carbon plant. Probably it was carbon black that helped tell your readers about shoe-polish. There are scores of other interesting uses for this black dust that is captured as it flies up from hordes of tiny natural gas candles in the smoke-blanketed carbon black area of the Louisiana gas field. And the "wet" gas furnishes carload after carload of gasoline before it is used in the burning houses. To me it is an interesting...
...down Washington's broad, smug streets glide sleek gleaming Rolls-Royces, lean sport cars, great grey-lined limousines. Liveried chauffeurs pull up gracefully in front of buildings gay or sombre with grey, blue, green, yellow, black, purple, red-flags of varied designs. Out step pompous diplomats, flick imaginary dust from immaculate morning coats, stride self-conciously up their embassy walks with top-hats a-glinting in the morning sun. Ah!-to be a diplomat! Last week Don Juan Riano y Gayangos, dean* of all Washington diplomats, Ambassador Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary of His Most Catholic Majesty Alfonso XIII...
...work of one Copywriter Stevens, able assistant in the office of Publisher Alfred A. Knopf. He had scoured the city for the baroque typefaces, finding them at last in a German's dust-buried trays far downtown in Manhattan. He had studied "mauve decade" press-agentry and labored long to achieve restraint amid the many "priceless" opportunities that flew to mind. The Mercury's readers had nodded approval-but that was all, having come to expect the ultrasmart from that kraut-liveried lay pontiff. But the Mailbag saw, and through it, others. A few cheers went...
...Heat, dust, fever, mosquitoes, mud towns, mangy camels, the hot ever-blowing harmattan, absinthe, loneliness, monotony, forced marches through the desert sand, Africa, loneliness, loneliness, is the dirge of the legionnaire. "J'ai le cafard," announces the soldat and he is amok with a little beetle running round and round in his brains. Sometimes he slices off his sergeant's head, sometimes he wets his jowls with his own red blood, oftener he deserts...
...beauty spot of New Jersey, clad in fat trees and voluptuous clover on a still, close night last week . . . now lies prostrated, ravished, wrecked, shivered, torn, blasted. As if razed by ten years' surging warfare, the fields and villages nearby Lake Denmark, shrouded in grey gunpowder dust, welter in the July heat, pocked and gashed by a terrific bombardment...