Word: liquorous
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...tenth annual International Sourdough Reunion. Swapping tall stories, but doing little whooping in the Multnomah bar (see cut), which, like other Oregon taprooms, serves no hard liquor, were such diverse sourdoughs as Alaska's Episcopal Bishop Peter Trimble Rowe, Henry Macaulay, first mayor of Dawson, Editor Frank J. Cotter of Seattle's Alaska Weekly, scores of old Yukon prospectors, storekeepers, mail clerks...
...White House was "ghastly with bloody and dreary associations"; Cleveland gratified him only by the "astounding denseness" of his intelligence, and as for Roosevelt, "if he tried me ten years ago. he crushes me now." Dinners at the White House were deadly, with poor food, poor liquor and Roosevelt howling anecdotes about the Rough Riders...
Since the car was sent to grocery and liquor warehouses with no interest in Woolworth paper & pencils, the union accused the Association of San Francisco Distributors of fomenting trouble. The Association retorted that it was seeking a showdown on "quickie" and sympathetic strikes before renewing a number of expired union contracts, had adopted the hot car to see how union-members would behave. Exulted a Distributors' spokesman: "We are now in a position to enforce our right of collective bargaining and we don't intend to give...
...Negotiations also stalled between unions and chain grocery store operators on the same issue. When the potent Waterfront Employers Association indicated it would adopt a strong line when its members' contracts with C.I.O. longshoremen expire September 30, gloomy San Franciscans (already faced with a shortage of drugs and liquor by the warehouse shutdown) began reminiscing about the 1934 General Strike...
Hugo Loeser, a 57-year-old liquor importer from Chicago, went sightseeing in London's City (financial district) last week. Coming upon what he took to be a busy broker's office, he stepped in to have a look at stock quotations. The hubbub of voices steadily increased, so did shouts of "1401!" Puzzled and amused by this chant. Mr. Loeser suddenly noticed that I he was surrounded. Someone jostled him. His hat was knocked off. Next thing he knew he was in the street, straightening his rumpled clothes, looking up into the red face of a bobby...