Word: junks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Crane also said that within the next month the Council will consider a "revised Donnelly Field project which would try to beef up the neighborhood as far as neighborhood approval would permit." The new plan would initially focus on the Wellington School and the junk yard in the Donnelly area, both of which Crane termed "eyesores...
...Mexican growers, using cheap labor, invaded the U.S. winter tomato market, and Niland's prosperity collapsed. Since 1956 the number of tomato growers in the area has plunged from 300 to 28. Cars, trucks and farm equipment were abandoned by their owners, are now rusting into worthless junk. One of Niland's remaining tomato farmers recalls that during the peak of the season he used to put $20,000 a week into the bank. Now, even the bank is closed...
...that he operated for the local Communist regime. It was an ugly thing, and ancient. Its chassis creaked, and the engine coughed; a cream-colored coat of paint could not disguise the welts and bruises of two decades of chugging service. In fact, the bus was ready for the junk pile when Weidner decided to press it into service for one last...
...verge of hoisting itself on its own little game of petard. True, no greater number of firstclass letters will flow through the mails (the rates increase to five cents as of the first of January), but at least no one need ever receive another piece of junk mail. Nemesis in this instance is a curious little figure named Mr.Zip. Mr.Zip is five little numbers that secretaries of giant from firms are supposed to be able to put on hundreds of useless envelopes to speed them on their senseless...
...print. He was the greyest of grey eminences, a wraith who flickered into occasional visibility in Mexico, Paris or Tangier. The few shreds of information about him have been those of the YAD catechism: he was the legendary "Bull Lee" of On the Road; he spent 15 years on junk; he wrote an unprintable book called Naked Lunch, which no one had read but which everyone said hit the veins like a jolt of heroin...