Word: packed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Both men bowed again. The stiff nothings involved in presenting diplomatic credentials were over. President Hoover went upstairs to change his clothes, get back to his office. Minister Herridge, now an envoy in good standing, returned to his legation, started to pack for a trip to Canada where he will remain all summer...
...Tariff Act on its second year with a cautious bit of rate-flexing. On recommendation of the Tariff Commission, he upped the duty on dried eggs (from China), hemp cordage (from Italy) and bicycle bells (from Germany). He lowered the duty on bentwood furniture (from Czechoslovakia), olive oil in pack- ages (from Italy) religious and commercial organs (from Canada). He agreed with the Commission that no flexing was needed for the rates on pig iron, cheese, hides and skins, olive oil in bulk or cast bells, chimes and carillons...
...Vladivostok is much like San Francisco, physically, built on and around a dozen steep hills, but there are only two lines of street cars and no taxis in town. Most of the lugging is done with Chinese carriers, who have a sort of chair arrangement they pack on their back, and I'll bet they could carry pianos and billiard tables if they had any here...
...pool table lie 15 round balls. They are closely packed into an equal-sided triangle, five balls to a side. The pack of balls represents any form of matter you please?a crystal of iron, a tum- bler of water, a flask of gas. The balls are atoms or molecules. They are all wobbling very, very fast, and in every direction. You cannot tell which ball is where at any instant. But you, pretending to be a mathematical physicist like Professor Einstein or Professor Raman, can calculate the average place of the average ball at any instant. That is almost...
...glanced once at the earth 2,000 ft. below, was seized by the "jitters." He dared not let go, he dared not turn back; so he reached for the steel ring above his heart and yanked it. In a split second the silk 'chute whipped out of its pack in the propeller blast, jerked Private Osborne from his perch-and fouled itself securely on the plane's tail surfaces. Twenty feet below the unhappy soldier dangled, swinging out behind the speeding plane like the weighted tail of a kite, while the cursing pilot struggled to stabilize the ship...