Word: fetid
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...department store is a task the grue- someness of. which brings about in normal people one of two reac- tions. Some long to return next day with a dynamiting crew and a trench mortar to raze to the ground and destroy utterly the madhouse of raucous voices, fetid air, stale perfumes; the shouldering, stupid, perspiring women who just want to know "how much this is"; clerks who indicate, by a sad shake of the head, that the English language is a closed book to them. Other customers, less bloody-minded, merely dream of saying to the cashier when they...
...Kaufmann & Baer's, the air is not fetid. In Kaufmann & Baer's, the voices are as cultured as it is possible for department store voices to be. The store has 17 display windows on two main thoroughfares, 19 elevators, a complete escalator system running up and down from the street to the seventh floor. It employs 2,000 people. Within a few minutes' walk of the main building is a large new seven-story warehouse. On the roof of the main store is a radio broadcasting station, WCAE. This is the third national broadcasting station operated...
Riot galloped around the coffins. Crossbones churned the fetid air. The maitre fired his revolver. Gendarmes invaded the gloomy cave...
...original syndicate of "six to nine" brewery-bootleggers grew to 15, and plans were laid for inducing 50 to join the criminal ring. But the bootleggers insisted it was time to begin operations. Finally he could put them off no longer. "That night the underworld rejoiced. A damp and fetid night it was ... a dreary, dismal night, hung on the edge of the calendar, where approaching Winter touches the garments of departing Autumn." At dawn laden trucks rolled out of the brewery gates?and prohibition agents snapped them up, arresting all the bootleggers. Weeks later a friend approached the agent...
...have not been at all well lately. I think it is the food in this fetid place. Then too, among the herd of carnivora, whose only thought is on their stomachs, one has no desire to eat. Here the prize steers, the ones selected for the athletic contests, they take to the training tables to fatten. The rest have to fight for scraps anywhere on the outskirts of the campus. I am so finely adjusted that the balance must be easily disturbed, I think, one way or another. At any rate, when I went today to the drug store...