Word: fell
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Behind the renewed market fall there was no new cause, merely an emphasized continuance of the old ones. Steel production fell five points more to 31% of capacity. Freight cars. were 12% less full. Automobile production dropped to 83,000 units against 116,000 for the same week last year. The National Industrial Conference Board announced that employment had fallen 6.4% since August.* Lumber and power output slipped again, and national advertising lineage in newspapers was 16% lower than last year. About the only thing that could have halted a market slide in the face of such statistics was good...
Gulla Slogum was a mean woman, even for the tough Nebraska frontier. When she got in trouble with the law because she was forcing her older sons to rustle cattle, she squeezed out of it by prostituting a pretty daughter to the sheriff. When her youngest son, Ward, fell in love with the daughter of a Polish settler, Mother Slogum fixed him up neatly: She went to the Pole, tried to buy the girl for her brothel, with the result that Ward was half killed the next time he came courting. When her daughter Annette sneaked off with a poor...
...still a munitionsmaker (interested in ''anything that shortens war and limits the rule of generals in human affairs"), but is more famed for his London ballet theatre, his model garden city of St. Margaret's, which blankets the fields where fox hunters once jumped or fell...
...noticing his absences of late, so that would make it doubly hard to get an extension. Yes, there was no doubt about it, he must get up. Screwing up his courage, and valiantly summoning what little strength he had left, the Vag threw off his bed covers, and then fell back onto the mattress overcome by the exertion...
Also in the stadium was a Harvard enthusiast whose hearty cheers always seemed to end rather unorthodoxly in a jumble of gurgles, splutters, and smothered rattles. After Harvard's second touchdown his cheer rose like unto the sereech of a siren. When his voice fell it was too late, for his false teeth had already fallen, presumably into the mess of feathers, flora, and surrealist architecture which some women's hat-maker is probably proud of. At least that was where he looked for it, much to the consternation of the woman thereunder...