Word: mines
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...tell them further that the only burden we need to fear is the burden our children would have to bear if we failed to take these measures today. . . . "Other individuals are never satisfied. One of these, for example, belongs to a newly organized brain trust-not mine. He says that the only way to get full recovery -I wonder if he admits that we have had any recovery-is to lower prices by cheapening the costs of production. "Let us reduce that to plain English. You can cheapen the costs of industrial production by two methods...
...Director Hoover of "running wild" (TIME, April 27). Up in the Senate last week rose speaker after speaker to praise the Bureau of Investigation's work, insist that the $225,000 be put back in the appropriation bill. "I would not revive, by any act or vote of mine," cried Democratic Leader Joseph Taylor Robinson, Arkansas, "one hope in the bosom of a gangster by withholding the means that are necessary to pursue him around this earth, to the very gates of Hell...
...better wars. Neither are they yellow. I speak with an authority acquired in 18 months spent in such widely separated military hospitals as Royat, Brest, Fox Hills, Cape May, Camp Dodge and Fort Sheridan. Edith's contacts with war-shattered wrecks must have been more extensive than mine...
...poor old gold mine in Nova Scotia, abandoned 25 years ago and reopened last winter, collapsed on its owners last week, thus entombing one of Canada's most distinguished surgeons and a rising young Toronto lawyer. Trapped with them was one of their employes. Modest, moon-faced Dr. David Edwin Robertson, 52, surgeon-in-chief of Toronto's Hospital for Sick Children, and his lawyer friend, gangling, bespectacled Herman Russell Magill, 30, last February took a flyer by leasing the Moose River Gold Mine. Last week Dr. Robertson & partner were ready to take the mine's first...
...surface a giant clamshell crane, dynamite, a steam shovel, squads of digging miners, burrowed from four different angles on the thin chance that the trapped men might still live. A pipe was forced into the mine tomb and, six days after the cave-in, Dr. Robertson's voice cried faintly, "Hello. We are all right." All, however, were suffering from shock, starvation, exposure. Brandy, chocolate, soup, Bi-so-dol, oilskins, flashlights and candles were dropped down the 5-in. pipe. Then a new menace appeared when water began flooding the wrecked mine. With freedom or drowning a matter...