Word: flasks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Nothing looks worse than a big flask on one side and a sandwich box on the other. Carry one or the other, but not both. . . . Do not strew the paper from your sandwich box all about the countryside...
Brookhart: I saw the Senator there. . . . The flasks, as I remember, were under the table and all one had to do was to reach down and get his flask and put it in his hip pocket. The Senator did not do that. I know. He told...
...good Texans looking the part, Senators Morris Sheppard and Tom Connally. Through the crowd came tripping a little Southern maid, all flowers, Miss Elizabeth Holcombe (daughter of a former Mayor of Houston) followed by a maid of honor. She struck the steady prow of the monster gingerly with a flask of bottled water. She struck again. No damage was done. Up stepped manly Homer Lenoir Ferguson, President of Newport News Shipbuilding & Drydock Co. (see col. 1), took the bottle in his hand, shattered it to fragments. The monster slid away before his blow, slipped into the shining waters...
Next came arraignment of flask-toting, whiskey-smuggling Congressmen, of bribe-rotted enforcement officers; praise for the Spirit of Liberty. The Hoover logic was then trapped and chided. The President had ascribed "high moral instincts" to the People in one breath, and in the next had complained that respect for law was fading from their sensibilities. The President had complained of increased crime but had not perceived that the drastic Jones (Five & Ten) Act, by sending up liquor prices and making convictions fewer, would cause the liquor trade to finance the underworld more handsomely than ever...
...Hoover went into the White House last week as the Dry Hope of all U. S. Prohibitors. He will, they assured one another, be the right man at last to catch and hold that greased and perhaps blind pig called Prohibition. They recalled Harding and the well-filled whiskey flask (for medicinal purposes) in his White House office desk, and Coolidge, dry as a Vermont tinder box but deficient in the hot crusading flame of the true prohibitor. Now-bless the day-had come a President in whom for years has been seen a steady, scientific glow of enthusiasm...