Word: lots
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...lot of G. L. Miller & Co. Inc. is that of many building investors throughout the country. A man has an itch to build. He borrows $100,000 at 7% interest and, because his credit is insecure, he pays a 10% bonus. For the sake of $90,000-which is paid out to him as he must compensate the building trades-he pays $17,000 in interest for the first year. This is practically 19% on the $90,000 he actually gets. The second year, and thereafter, he pays $7,000 interest on the $90,000, or 7.7%. Then, when...
...handsome with carving, its superior ground-floor shops the heralds of Greensboro's delayed awakening." The News commented editorially: "While five million dollars are being spent on four buildings, not to mention a flock of lesser projects, the landscape is necessarily cluttered up a bit, and as a lot of the work is being done on the street TIME'S observer observed, he might very easily, being the sort of observer he is, have got the impression of ill-kemptness. . . . Greensboro building permits ran in a recent month to some...
...Chehkiang Province, on the seacoast midway between Canton and Peking, the potent "rising Sun* of China" brooded last week whether to cast his lot with the Cantonese or Pekingese forces...
...University of Chicago, to the founding of an industrial museum; and Samuel Insull, whose particular philanthropic hobby was Senatorial candidates. Suddenly, above all the howls of public utility scandal, came a voice, seldom heard in political squabbles, which said: "Insull is all right. He has done a lot for Chicago, and he can do whatever he wants with his own money...
...round of drinks, and took his place at the table. After a whispered conference the bartender was called over. Money changed hands-to each of the ruffians a yellow bill, to the bartender a large wad. And next evening, on a coal barge, or in some lot at the edge of town, the two ruffians met and battered each other with bare fists until one of them fell down. To the man left standing the bartender handed the the wad. Thus were championship prize fights arranged, conducted, once upon a time. And now for many weeks the premonitory rumbles...