Word: dusts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Chamber was not in session last week, but French Deputies meeting on the boulevards over long amber goblets of Pernod asked each other who was ce petit bonhomme Tourenq who was raising such a riot in the Ministry of Finance. Dust from the Oustric scandal (TIME, Dec. 29, 1930) was still in the air. What, if anything, did small Tourenq know...
...done in the fall of the year, when farmers had time to go to the races, and had money to bet. Sometimes two lively farmers might make a bet on their horses, race them down the main street while the townsfolk gaped at the speed, the dust, the men leaning forward on the seats of their sulkies, swinging their light whips. But if its popularity has become polarized, the honest traditions of harness racing have strongly survived. One hundred and twenty-five miles south of Saratoga, where "tamperers" were last week busy injecting dope in the necks of racehorses...
Pale, lantern-jawed Chancellor Heinrich Brüning, plump German Foreign Minister Julius Curtius, and millions of swarming grasshoppers descended upon Rome last week. In the Campagna frightened peasants set fire to their fields as black clouds of the insects dropped from the sky, ate wheatfields to the dust and vineyards bare to the stalks, then hopped and whirred away. Gardens were ruined in the city. Streets, roofs and windows were gummy with grasshopper bodies and their brown "tobacco juice...
Three decades had passed since muddy San Francisco had been transformed to a city built on nuggets and gold dust. A new social order was being created; life was becoming stable; respectability and stolidity were in the air. But there were still those who lived high, wide & handsome. The old Poodle Dog, Tail's, the Cliff House and Coffee Dan's had no lack of carefree customers...
...dervishes stripped themselves to the waist, slashed themselves with knives, lashed themselves with knouts. Howling like dogs, other dervishes crawled toward the sanctuary, chewing glass till their mouths ran with bloody foam. Others hacked at their heads with hatchets, swallowed strips of blazing cotton. Some carried fat, dust-colored puff adders which they encouraged to bite them. Others swallowed molten wax. Circles of crazy dancing men moved through the streets tossing live sheep into the air, jerking the animals apart as they fell, stuffing bits of bloody flesh into their mouths...