Word: furs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...silver ore, assaying $500 a ton. Hastily a small shaft was driven into the ground nearby; mining engineers rushed from San Francisco. The discovery of a "lost bonanza" was confirmed. Once more Virginia City was a boom town. Piute squaws came down out of the hills. Divorcees in fur coats motored over from Reno. But no lucky prospector stood to profit. The mineral rights of the whole area have long belonged to great mining companies...
...blackfaced grey gibbon nibbling a bun with sophisticated gestures, a stampeding elephant who wrecks the lion house. But the people are exciting too. There is a sentimental young attendant (Gene Raymond) who amuses himself when lonely by holding long talks with the chimpanzees and who burns as many fur neckpieces as he can steal from visitors. There is a girl (Loretta Young) who, facing a five-year occupational school course in hide-curing, runs away one day when her class is making its weekly visit to the animals. At nightfall the girl and the attendant, fleeing arrest for his fur...
Proudly disporting herself in a new dress, hat or fur, many a U. S. lady has lately been distressed to find that the first time she wore it out on a damp day the garment emitted an atrocious odor. The retail merchant to whom she returned the dress, hat or fur has usually been nonplussed. . . . Fearful of losing trade, clothing manufacturers have hushed up the situation which causes this unpleasant phenomenon. Last week in Manhattan the story of cause & cure came to light...
When the bombs reached New York, dress, millinery, fur and cloak & suit manufacturers were in despair. Chemists assured them that the valerianate had to dissipate itself naturally, that there was no known way of neutralizing or destroying its odor. That meant they had to wait some six months before their stinking factories or showrooms became habitable again. Worst of all, even after leaving garments the smell came back on damp days...
...over this anecdotal sequel. In the first book Welzl told how, from being a locksmith, sailor, tramp he became a trader, proprietor of a boat, chief judge of New Siberia. In The Quest for Polar Treasures he describes with the same unliterary candor tall tales of further gold and fur hunts...