Word: plumber
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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John J. Fogarty, the Fort Worth plumber, was reported preparing to sue Tunney for $500,000 on his own account. Charge: alienation of affections...
Sued. James Joseph ("Gene") Tunney, husband of Mary Josephine ("Polly") Lauder Tunney; by a Mrs. Katherine King Fogarty, divorced wife of a Fort Worth plumber; for breach of promise; for $500,000. Claimed Divorcee Fogarty: she met Tunney at Hot Springs, Ark., in October 1924; next year, and later still, he "promised to marry her." Claimed Fisticuffer Tunney (at Brioni, Italy): he only knew Mrs. Fogarty slightly; never intimately; never asked her to marry him. "It must be a joke," said he. Developments...
There was a steel fire door on the film room fitted with a thermostat to close it if the temperature became too high. But sometime before, a blundering plumber had placed a water pipe in such a way that although it did not prevent the closing of the door by hand, it interfered with the aim of the automatic closing device. The door failed to close when the film began to burn and the gases (both poisonous and explosive) issuing forth, were driven through the building by a ventilating fan a few feet away...
...Vagabond, speaking personally, is not himself particularly interested in Divisional Examinations--or any other sort for that matter. It has always been his endeavor to make of himself, so far as possible, a cultured individual, rather than a more or less perfect example of the plumber's art, which should, when the right tap is turned and the right chain pulled react in the customary and appropriate fashion. Of course, that will not provide him with a sheepskin, and he shall probably have to content himself for some time with goat hide...
Sirs: I certainly don't marvel at the staggering nerve of Mr. J. T. Sanders, Sioux Falls Plumber. (TIME, March 25). We, all of us, are so at the mercy of his 11 Trovatore musicians that plumbers have become demigods shattering the peace of our bedrooms and laying waste our bankrolls. I know a God-fearing man who got drunk for a week after a little fairy of a plumber got into his home for one day. It took the God-fearing citizen a year to find his religion again. And Mr. Sanders runs true to his tribe...