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Word: fats (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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...layman. Hot and liquid it is to the steelworker, who is essentially one of dozens of cooks attending a titan's kettle of boiling muck. To him, it seems, the fiery mess is continually boiling over from the kettle's snouty spout. First, a trickle of fat sparks. Then the trickle turns to a stream, the stream reaches the circumference of a man's body -a stream of molten steel with a long, sheer drop of 30 feet. The stream thuds into the pit, splashes out in a vast circle, flows like hardening lava across the floor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: Furnaces & Gold | 4/22/1929 | See Source »

...officials dine out, they do so by their titles, not their names. Thus, invitations and dinner cards say: "The Secretary of State and Mrs. Stimson," or the Chief of Staff and Mrs. Summerall." This formula appears truly remarkable when applied, down the line, to "the Chief of the Oil, Fat and Wax Division of the Department of Agriculture, & Mrs. Jones...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Mr. Gann Goes Out | 4/15/1929 | See Source »

...consignments of fat sausages, clinking cases of fizzy drinks, fragrant bales of fresh-printed programs, moved through the land this week in preparation for an annual event of great importance-the opening of the Big League baseball season...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Again, Baseball | 4/15/1929 | See Source »

...open front door and rushed frantically within. The house had been ransacked. Silver, jewelry and securities to the value of 50,000 francs were gone-not much in the U. S., scarcely $2,000, but much to grizzled Joseph Joffre. When excited gendarmes came, the Marshal, no longer his fat self of younger days but very thin and trembly, exclaimed, "Whoever burglarized my house was no Frenchman. That, I could not believe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Poor Papa Joffre | 4/15/1929 | See Source »

...dozens down shadowy ramps. Behind them come lumbering elephants, single file. Men lift down great, gaudy cages. A flickering light reveals the prisoners-lions, bears, monkeys, the population of the Ark itself. And men and women-tiny men and tiny women, tall men and tall women, thin men and fat women, tattooed men and bearded women, ordinary men and ordinary women. The train has come from Sarasota, Fla., where all winter the Circus has hibernated like the strange animal it is. It has arrived in The Bronx, northernmost borough of New York. A day or two later it is quartered...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theatre: Circus | 4/8/1929 | See Source »

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