Word: parks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...issue of TIME, in which you have described some of the industrial research at Mellon Institute, you have given credit to the wrong company for the support of the Fellowship on Shaving. This broad basic scientific investigation is sustained by Magazine Repeating Razor Co., 230 Park Avenue, New York, N. Y., maker of the Schick Magazine razor and the Schick Injector razor. This Fellowship donor has no connection whatsoever with the concern mentioned in your article.* The aim of this Fellowship of Magazine Repeating Razor Co. is to learn how to make shaving always a satisfactory operation. The research...
...pistol crack set 129 pairs of legs into motion. For 200 yd. the pack of runners awkwardly angled across the springy turf like a vast centipede, then spread-eagled as the pace slackened. The legs plodded up Van Cortlandt Park's hilly course, coasted around to the starting field. Spectators, paying little attention to the wiry, green-jerseyed leader, No. 129, carefully watched Pennsylvania's smooth-striding Gene Venzke in 15th place...
...Park, Ill. the mother of Patricia Maguire, famed sleeping sickness victim who has been in a coma since February 1932 (TIME, April 15 et ante), announced: "Never would I want them to bring death to my Pat. I would be tempted to kill anyone who hinted that I'd want them to do anything to my girl...
...Pawtucket, R. I. one day last month a prize-winning Boston terrier named Sox, worth about $200, vanished from an automobile owned by Walter E. O'Hara, operator of prosperous Narragansett Racing Park. Because his wife Cle dearly loved the dog, Operator O'Hara boomed over his park loudspeakers that afternoon an offer of $250 for Sox's return, sent 100 ushers, watchmen, clerks, grooms out to scour the neighborhood. When they returned emptyhanded, Operator O'Hara upped his reward to $1,000 alive. He bought space in Providence, Boston and other New England newspapers...
Traffic halted on Fifth Avenue, sleepy heads appeared from swank hotel windows as the peacock soared thrice around the gilded rooster atop the Heckscher Building, then to a window ledge on the seventeenth floor of the Hotel Plaza. There, as raucous cries arose from the Central Park Bird Sanctuary, he took off again, landing finally in the sanctuary beside four squawking peahens which had been widowed fortnight before...