Word: flours
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Wilbert Lee ("Pass the Biscuits Pappy") O'Daniel, radio whooper and flour salesman, last week further differentiated his new career as Governor of Texas from that of other Governors by granting to a chair-condemned murderer a 30-day reprieve for an unusual reason. Governor O'Daniel, reprieved Negro Murderer Winzell Williams, who killed a 63-year-old white dairyman, because, said the Governor, few punishments could be worse than "to see certain death staring you in the face day & night for 30 days." When Texans protested his cruelty, Governor O'Daniel explained he sought to arouse...
...entertainer and his hillbilly band trooped into a broadcasting station in Austin, Tex., whooped and whanged in the style that has made them the Lone Star State's biggest air attraction. The studio audience of 200 noisily demanded encore after encore. But presently the band and its leader, Flour Salesman W. Lee ("Pass the Biscuits, Pappy") O'Daniel, had to leave to perform before a crowd of 70,000 that packed the University of Texas stadium...
...Governor seemed hazy on details, but it appeared that his pyramided sales tax* would have to be paid at least three times on a sack of flour, by manufacturer, jobber, retailer. Its other complexities he suggested when he proposed some exemptions : salaries, wages, professional fees (where it would be an additional income tax), interstate transactions, first sale by producer of agricultural and livestock products, street car fares up to 10?, street sales of newspapers, charitable and church transactions...
...Landon played bridge seven hours at a stretch with Mexico's shaggy, shrewd Ambassador Francisco Castillo Najara. Submitting to an Equatorial initiation by Neptune (Eugene P. Thomas of the National Foreign Trade Council), Mr. Landon was pronounced guilty of "high crimes and misdemeanors, including Republicanism," splashed with flour paste and shaved with a three-foot razor. He balked only at being thrown into Neptune's swimming pool...
Outside, patches of tin show where he has removed boards for use in his tunnel. In the summers he worked on a ranch to get money for more tunneling. For clothing he used garments discarded by other prospectors, patched them with flour sacking. He does not smoke or chew, but takes a nip of wine occasionally. He has never, he says, been lonely. Once he came stumbling into the shack of a neighbor, shaking and bloody. "Bad cave in," he said. "Nearly got me that time...