Word: pored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Carbon Corp. (gases & organic chemicals, metals & alloys, batteries). Like Sears and Ward, Carbide made more money in 1936 than in any other of its 19 years of corporate existence. Net profits were $36,852,000, a 35% increase over 1935. Noting that prosperity was in Carbide's every pore, President Jesse Jay Ricks last week wrote to 55,705 stockholders: "The quantity of oxygen sold in 1936 exceeded that of any previous year. . . . More motorists bought 'Eveready Prestone' antifreeze. . . . Alloy sales to the steel industry exceeded in volume those of any previous year." Also noted with pride...
...read a piquant item in the catalog in which swank American Art Association Anderson Galleries last week were describing parcels to be auctioned in Manhattan Dec. 9 & 10. Special clients who were permitted to pore through these early editions of Herr Hitler's Battle found many another rare bit of the Leader's wishful anthropology, since suppressed, revised or left out in translation. Samples...
Union Carbide & Carbon announced a profit of $8,111,897 for the three months through September, biggest third quarter since 1929 and nearly $2,000,000 more than it made in the same period last year. Union Carbide has absorbed Recovery at every pore...
...mill just outside Moscow the manager, ordered to Stakhanovize, told "girls with strong legs" tending two looms that if they thought they could stand the strain of tending four he would gladly increase their pay so long as they could keep it up. With sweat standing out from every pore one such Heroine of Labor paused long enough to pant at correspondents: "I asked for it! It's hard work, but I wanted to make more. You are on the run all the time, but after a few bumps you learn the shortest way from one loom to another...
...fine day. Much oblige, Heavenly Father. The sun shines so pretty. The purtes thang. . . . Hush, son, you talkin like a fool. Hush now, son, old boy. . . . Pore old Capm man. Pore old hoppin and cussin rascal. Make bricks all summer. . . . And, Heavenly Father, who art up yonder, all we got now is bricks. Mom and Violet and Macon and Big Sister and me squattin in corners munchin a brick apiece. Not eem gravy or sweetenin either. . . . Hello, Tooter. How you? . . . Oh, kissin runs in our family. . . . Hello, Shackle. Hidy-do, good-lookin. How you? Oh, I'm all right...