Word: odorous
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Federal agents, peering through a window of a private house from a back alley, saw steam rising from copper coils, heard the roar of a boiler fire, smelled the sour odor of cooking mash. Although they did not see the moonshiners at work, they broke into the house without warrant, seized the aromatic mash, the steaming still...
Many are the smoke, dirt, and odor "nuisances" which cause citizens to heckle corporations. Last week in Toledo one Herbert D. Widmer sued Toledo Seed & Oil Co., subsidiary of Archer-Daniels-Midland Co., for $25,000. Charge: Castor bean dust released by the defendant's plant caused Plaintiff Widmer to contract asthma. Eagerly awaiting the suit's outcome are more than 250 asthmatic Toledans, some of whom had to drive into the country of nights to escape the castor bean dust before the City Council recently ordered the plant shut...
Sunlight. When U. S. washers think of Lever Bros., they may perhaps think of how 98% of Hollywood cinemactresses use Lux, or of how Lifebuoy soap removes Body Odor. Some oldtime U. S. washers may think of the oldtime question: Good morning, have you used Pear's Soap? Yet, though Lux, Lifebuoy and Pear's all are Lever Bros, soaps, they are not the Lever Bros. soap. Leading Lever Bros, product is Sunlight Soap. The main Lever works are at Port Sunlight on England's Mersey River. Almost unknown in the U. S. is Sunlight, largest selling soap...
Nine million, 500 thousand pounds of tomatoes, each of which has of itself only a trifling odor, can in passing through the streets in one day fill a city with appetizing perfume. Chicago, as yet, hardly knows of this. Only one city in the world knows what it means to smell 9,500,000 lb. of tomatoes in one day. That city is Camden...
...cheap titles and cheaper morals. In a "quaint" apartment over an apothecary's shop in the Faubourg St. Germain, a noisy female parasite gives a dinner to consolidate her waning position. To jaded guests she offers, as entertainment and prey, a virginal American heiress, Anne. A curious decadent odor hangs over the affair, waves of sickening smell choke the perverted conversation. Anne, suffocating, escapes from the room. Downstairs she clatters into something that jangles dismally. It is a metal funeral wreath of painted violets and roses. A door opens and in the dim light Anne sees three women clucking...