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...mail)?"They must think I got nothing to do but open envelopes. Here's a letter from some guy I pushed into the river once. And look at this?a mash note from some skirt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: HEROES: In Newburyport | 1/16/1928 | See Source »

...Stamford, Conn., a large, stupid rooster saw a pile of fermented mash on the side of the road. After pecking and swallowing a large quantity of this mash the rooster fell over in the gutter, drunk. A motorist, thinking him dead, picked up the rooster and carried him home. Inside the house, the rooster's owner looked at the bird with disgust. "He's always getting like that," she said. The rooster winked one red eye, croaked, fell fast asleep...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany: Funeral | 1/2/1928 | See Source »

...President's father was a vinedresser ? a peasant in wooden sabots and an earth-stained blouse. As a lad, little Gaston wriggled his bare toes often in grape mash as he trod out the juices on which fermentation works. The circumstances of his rise (TIME, Aug. 2) need not be rehearsed again. Nothing is more certain than that when the King-Emperor and the President greeted each other last week, two able but almost incredibly lucky men shook hands...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Entente Strengthened | 5/30/1927 | See Source »

...Near Memphis, Tenn., bootleggers built stills in treetops above flood waters, peddled their wares by boat. Officials seized 12 giant stills, two with capacities of 750 gallons; destroyed 45 vats each holding 1,000 gallons of mash...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CATASTROPHE: Flood Continued | 5/16/1927 | See Source »

...earthquake on the Kentucky barrens without a shudder of recognition. No rifleman but will be excited by his careful account of how Kentuckians, for practice, drove nails and snuffed candles with their bullets; how Daniel Boone "barked" squirrels, hitting the limb under their chins to stun, not mash them. Florida land-boomers may read how Mr. Audubon struggled through primeval subdivisions in a hurricane. The odd naturalist, "Monsieur de T.," slaying bats in his bedroom with Audubon's rare violin, bears witness to backwoods eccentricity and hospitality. Floods, prairies, a great pine swamp, the canebrakes of the Ohio, midwinter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: NON-FICTION: Vasty Audition | 2/21/1927 | See Source »

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