Word: leatherized
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Park's own office looks over the East River. There he sits in a leather upholstered swivel chair, one leg across the other, hands locked behind his thin silvery hair, thinking or talking. He has a dry, brittle, rapid voice, smiles easily. His staff venerate him, play tennis with him (he was 69 last month) on the court adjoining the laboratory building. In summer he fishes in the St. Lawrence...
...Wearing steel gaffs-corked except at the tip-they become accustomed to weapons by fighting inferior opponents. They strengthen their leg muscles on treadmills, sweat off fat in a straw box, have their heads shampooed by trainers. Two to three weeks before fighting they spar in spurs covered with leather rolls. Oldtime English trainers fed their fowl a diet of seeds, plants, bark and roots, washed down with stale beer and ale, white wine, sack gin and whiskey. Thirsty trainers drank the mixture themselves, called it cock-bread-ale, cock-ale or cocktails...
...same time, the real and unseverable connection between Peace and the Pocketbook has never been clearly understood. War has always been immediately profitable: prices and wages have risen, steel, the barometer of business, has always skyrocketed, leather, sugar, munitions, staples have always been in demand, farmers have been able to pay off the old mortgage. The depression thereafter for which the nation has had to pay with far more misery and death than for War itself is not connected with it in the popular mind...
This investment, made a dozen years ago, cost Drug $10,000,000. Since then steady Boots dividends have gone to Drug. But Druggist Liggett, onetime patent medicine drummer, has never interfered much with Boots management, although he has encouraged it to sell picture frames, stationery, leather goods and other nonpharmaceutical lines. Boots management has remained an English management headed by John Campbell Boot, Baron Trent of Nottingham...
Realistically brown, wearing a baby-blue coat, red pants, patent leather boots and spurs, Tibbett sat himself insolently on a red plush throne, put his feet up on the arm, began magnificently to impersonate Emperor Jones. In soft, natural Negro dialect, perfectly suited to the smooth, dark color of his voice, he boasted about how he had fooled the natives, telling them that only a silver bullet could kill him. He boasted about his record back in the States where he had killed two men. broken jail. Then Smithers told him about the savages on the hill. They were molding...