Word: felt
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...chose a ripe red apple, peeled it and halved it with care. On the charming lady's plate he set one half. "Why?" she smiled innocently back at him. "You must eat it," he admonished her, "for when Eve ate the apple she knew she was naked and felt ashamed...
...literature and selling it in de luxe print and jackets for fancy prices. Publisher Knopf was quick to see that any large group of people who were being taught to survey their own country with scorn and amusement would form a concentrated market for his imports. Doubtless he also felt some of that superior altruism which a generous man, conscious of his own culture, experiences in helping to uplift the herd. For though Editor Mencken stoutly denies that he is a reformer, an apostle of anything, yet he has written his own definition: "There are also persons who oscillate beautifully...
...Laporte City, Iowa, one Albert Cole, cobbler-music teacher, dyed a pair of his own oxfords with an analine tint last week and at once took so long a walk that his feet perspired. Soon he developed a dizzy headache and felt sleepy. Local doctors found him dying, his entire body tinted a "brilliant blue, as though it had been painted." The theory was that the shoe dye had colored him so. Really, the aniline in the dye had fixed itself onto the red corpuscles of the man's blood, as does carbon monoxide gas from motor car exhausts...
...Berlin Lokal-Anzeiger, another Hugenberg journal, took up the cry; and 1,600 provincial papers imitated. His Telegraphic Union serves them with distorted (Nationalist Party and People's Party) news and features. Smart Germans felt that Herr Hugenberg was laying some strategic news mesh...
...that connects the Utah Delaware Co.'s reducing plant with the mines. Last week as a high wind shrilled and blew, one Glen Higley, miner, rode the tram bucket. The cable thrummed; the slowly traveling bucket creaked and groaned as it swayed 200 feet above ground. Miner Higley felt frolicsome, peered over the edge. A bellows-gust of wind struck the swaying bucket neatly and pitched him out. Because he lit in a snow drift he will live...