Word: mudding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week, Confederate John C. Smith, 108, of the 46th Georgia Regiment, told how during the battle he reached into his mouth and removed the bullet that had knocked out two of his teeth, paused again to clap mud on his skull where another bullet knicked it, and fought on. Dr. Capers C. Jones, of Birmingham, Ala., 91, barked at Secretary of War Harry Woodring: "Give me your hand. I ain't going to bite you." "I'm sweet 16 and never been kissed!" shouted Yankee Daniel Daffron, 92, of Forest Grove, Ore. Said his harried attendant: "Have...
...first 500 ft. were like a "knife through cheese." There the driller switched to a 15¼-in. bit. At 9,500 ft., drilling speed had dropped to a foot an hour, and a new bit was needed every 25 ft. At 11,600 ft., the mud pressure was 9,000 lb. per sq. in. Apparently this huge force squeezed the water out of the mud into a porous sand formation at that depth, so that the mud caked and "froze" the bit collar. The drill pipe was fished out with difficulty but the collar was immovable. By means...
Superintendent Alexander Hamilton Bell will never forget the day the first oil spurted into the slush pits from the sand which had been tapped 13,000-odd ft. down. It was necessary to bail mud out of the pipe so that the gas pressure below could push up the oil. "We had swabbed 2,000 ft. of mud," said Superintendent Bell, "when suddenly the fluid rose 1,500 ft. in the hole. So we knew we had something. We swabbed a little more. Then it came naturally. For half an hour mud poured into the sumps, then turned...
...yacht's bow, workmen knocked away the keel blocks, loosed the hawsers, and the Q. E. D. started down the ways. But before more than a few feet of her hull had entered the water, she came to a dead stop. Her stern was stuck in gooey Harlem mud, there to list forlornly until the next high tide floated her up, long past midnight...
...their coonskin caps hanging from the wrong hatracks, wenching, gambling, stealing, murdering. What bothered old settlers was that Author Robertson attributed these activities to prominent people readily identified as his ancestors-Indian scouts, Senators, wealthy planters. Civil War heroes. When neighbors complained, "You've really slung mud over us all," when a regent of the State D. A. R. jumped to the attack, the Robertson family called a reunion at nearby Chauga Creek, and with clan spirit outweighing pride in their distinguished ancestors, defended the book and outspoken Descendant...