Word: oils
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...ornately carved dark wood desk in Lima's graceful Presidential Palace, President José Luis Bustamante pored over a plan. It had been drawn up, at his request, by crack U.S. petroleum engineer Arthur Curtice. The plan was to throw Peru's important oil reserves open to foreign exploitation...
Each unit in the new project provides two or three bedrooms, a living room which also serves as a dining room with a kitchen in one end, and a bathroom with stall shower. A two-burner electric plate furnishes heat for cooking, while room heating is provided by an oil burner. Two small non-electric ice-boxes are furnished to each family. Top monthly rent for a three-bedroom unit is $35, for a two-bedroom unit...
...statement of U.S. policy this could scarcely be improved upon; the job was to translate the policy into practical terms affecting specific issues such as Palestine, oil, the Dardanelles, economic development in India, the Chinese loan. No setback for Russia in U.N.'s Security Council would stick unless the U.S. took the lead in solving pressing economic, social and political problems in the immense areas of the world where the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. compete for influence...
About the time Communist Karl Marx finished writing Das Kapital, Capitalist Charles Pratt began selling "Pratt's Astral Oil." A high-grade lamp fuel, refined in Brooklyn from Pennsylvania petroleum, it became world-famed. Until Edison made his improvement, no one could read the Communist Manifesto, or anything else, under a mellower light. Onetime grocery clerk Pratt eventually joined up in Standard Oil with onetime bookkeeper Rockefeller. When he died in 1891, Pratt was Brooklyn's richest citizen, a solid, sharp-faced, goateed, philanthropic Baptist. To his six sons and two daughters he left an 800-acre estate...
Lusty and busty, steatopygous and sinful, Kiki swung along her Paphian way from scullery maid to artists' model to become one of Montparnasse's topflight nightclub entertainers. The artists who immortalized Kiki's curves in oil and marble sometimes forgot to pay her, and Kiki never cared. Unconcerned, she tramped the streets in a threadbare overcoat and man's hat and some artist's castoff shoes. Later, in fancier finery, Kiki lounged in the wicker chairs at the Cafe du Dome or sang in her Pernod-husky voice ("I could never sing...