Word: heatedly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...brows under a temperature of 106°. For the tenth consecutive day their thermometers had registered more than 100°. In St. Louis hot weather history was made-with 110°. Vinita, Okla. topped that record with 117° on the 36th consecutive day of 100° or more heat. At the Century of Progress the Chicago Symphony Orchestra stopped a concert at the halfway point when the huge Havoline thermometer showed...
Sooner or later all heat waves must end. Late last week showers and clouds changed the weather. The heat wave rolled out of the Midwest and off the front pages but in its fiery wake lay death, dearth and desolation...
...women and children sat in hot rooms, gazing out over the fields that shimmered in the heat. They, too, seemed to share the defeat which has been administered to the land. . . . You can hear a sermon in the church any Sunday morning or a discourse on the courthouse steps any evening at all, questioning God's approval of crop reduction, herd reduction. The theme is always the same...
...long as a man can easily keep his internal body temperature at 98.6° he is comfortable. In illness he can develop a "low" temperature of 102° and suffer no appreciable harm. A prolonged ''high'' temperature of 105° is usually fatal. External temperature of 104° produces heat strokes if the individual's heat control system fails to operate efficiently. American Radiator Co., which has gone into temperature control scientifically, finds that a normal human being in good health can stand 157° with 15% humidity up to 45 minutes. Thereafter the man becomes irritable, restless and drowsy...
FRIENDS AND ROMANS-Virginia Faulkner-Simon & Schuster ($2). If the recent heat wave had done nothing more than bring this ephemeral bloom to flower, it was worth it. Seldom has a first novel been written with higher good humor or a more disarming wit than Virginia Faulkner's Friends and Romans.* A "comico-romantic novel," it breaks nobody's bones or butterflies, lets no threatening skeletons loose on a frightened world, hurls no manifesto, literary or political. Pertinacious sniffers might accuse Author Faulkner of abetting James Joyce in attempting to restore the pun as an honest figure...