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Wood touched to white-hot, molten steel, bursts into flame. Last week in Cleveland the molten metal poured on shingles made of sawdust failed to burn them. They were shingles belonging to Dr. Paul G. Von Hildebrandt, German-American chemist, with a formula for impregnating a sawdust composition against rain, wear, flame. He can, he says, make fireproof bricks, tiles, sheets, at far less than the present cost of cement and metal. Angling for capital, he promised that the ingredients for his process could all be obtained plentifully within U. S. borders; that he would turn mounds of sawdust into...
...peninsula of Kamchatka, between the Sea of Okhotsk and the Bering Sea, the volcanoes Montnovsky and Avatchinskayasopka erupted amid earth quakings and buried the snow covered city of Petropavlovsk beneath avalanches of molten lava...
...hotter than hydrogen burning in oxygen (oxy-hydrogen). He made atomic hydrogen burn in an atmosphere of molecular hydrogen. His hydrogen blowtorch melted tungsten wire like an icicle, indicating that its heat was at least 7,000° F. Playing on a sheet of chrome steel the flame left molten pools behind it. Significance: steel girders could be welded silently instead of noisily riveted;* the welds would not (as when an oxyhydrogen flame is used) be oxidized and thus weakened, they would be annealing instead. This is important in joining aluminum, magnesium and other light metals.) Alloy metals, too refractory...
Little newsboys, big newsboys, dirty-faced ragamuffins, scampering tatterdemalions dropped 19,314 pennies into a pot. The pennies soon lost their individuality, oozed together in a sea of molten copper, found themselves poured into a perk-eared, four-legged cast, emerged in the shape of "Laddie Boy," famed Airedale of the late President Harding...
...Story.* It was after spending a molten July day on his slanting cellar door, contemplating pipe-smoke, hollyhocks and a vista of the Marvellous Vale, that Dr. Higbie Chaffinch, 64, professor of the Latin language and literature at Johns Hopkins University and for some weeks a widower, journeyed to Baltimore's business section to advertise for a housekeeper, and, adventurously, to dine in an oyster-bar. It was in the oyster-bar that a rubicund, ejaculatory stranger tendered him a card...