Word: hot
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...street cars. He takes no physical exercise, does not "give a damn" for society, dancing, cards. Chief conversational topics: the glories of the Old South, keeping down the "nigger." He calls spades spades and has referred, on the Senate floor, to water closets, the smell of Negroes, giving Negroes hot baths, etc., etc. He has called President Hoover a "Mussolini" and the Civil Service "the most damnable, iniquitous system ever perpetrated." Last fortnight he plumped out brazenly for the "spoils system" of party patronage (TIME, June His votes are highly independent; he never attends a Democratic caucus. Impartial observers rate...
...machines that would blow these bulbs, and on glass research, so that these machines could be worked. The earliest lamp bulbs were blown from glass tubing, which resulted in varying sizes. As soon as the demand increased, it was quite natural that some were blown into moulds from the hot glass as taken from the melting pots. But when incandescent lamps became a necessity, the blowing of these bulbs by individual glass blowers created a labor problem, hence the thought of blowing these bulbs by machines - but how? While the mechanical part of a machine that would do the work...
...where stories and pictures of female pulchritude are so standardized that it is scarcely necessary to change the names from day to day. Characteristic was an item in Variety, theatre weekly, which published an article on the hotel accommodations and diet of the Galveston contestants, entitled FOREIGN BEAUTS CRAVE HOT MEAT...
...carving-knife. That, says Author Mannin, was the genesis of 1) a scar on his wrist, 2) his animosity towards women. Aged 10, when his friend's mother embraced him he wriggled out of it. Aged 20, off at the War, when the Stroud blood in him got hot for women, his mind remained cold as cash. Aged 25, he discovered that he wanted a fortune and a blonde wife, a maker of men. When a Stroud wanted something. Destiny always took a hand; the Stroud got it. This Stroud now fixed upon one Lady Isabel. Her eyes were...
...grandstands were hot. The 2½-mile brick speedway was baking. The audience of 160,000 sweltered. But around and around the track droned 33 little automobiles, each driven by a man cool of nerve and body, competitor in the annual 500-mile Memorial Day motor race at Indianapolis-longest, most racking of U. S. motor contests...