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...strength to the home-cooked food she feeds him : a substantial breakfast of hot cereal, fruit, bacon & eggs, milk; a light noon lunch; a light mid-afternoon lunch; a dinner of meat, potatoes, one other cooked vegetable, green salad, two pieces of pie. He drinks a quart of milk a day, no tea, no coffee...
...saved by transfusion with blood drained from her abdomen. With the idea of trying to do the same with the wounded butcher boy, the surgeons sopped wads of cheesecloth into the bloody hollow of his chest, wrung them out in a glass pitcher. Thus they quickly recovered almost a quart of blood...
...kicked Loeb in the groin, seized the razor, slashed him so terribly that the blood flew in his face. They clawed around the bathroom floor, Loeb finally crawling to the door, unlocking it, staggering naked down a corridor. His family rushed physicians from Chicago. Another convict gave a quart of blood. Once Loeb, Prisoner No. 9305, looked up at his companion in crime Leopold, Prisoner No. 9306. "I think I'm going to make it," he whispered. He was wrong...
...average cost of about ^ a trip. The paper con- tainer costs from 1¼? to 1½?, makes only one trip. But it is much cheaper to deliver milk in paper than in glass. A 1½-ton truck (heat insulated and requiring no ice ) can deliver 2,000 quarts of milk weighing 4,000 lb. The same 2,000 quarts delivered in a non-insulated five-ton truck would include 4,000 lb. of milk, 4.000 lb. of glass, 2,500 lb. of wooden cases, 1,000 lb. of ice. The Metropolitan New York area consumes about...
...schoolboy son of the famed stock market trader, when he returned to his mother's home at Montecito, Calif., late Thanksgiving evening. In the big pink stucco house Mrs. Dorothea Livermore, who divorced Trader Livermore in 1932, was giving a drinking party. Son Jesse began downing a quart of whiskey. Screamed tipsy Mrs. Livermore: "I'd rather see you dead than drinking!" Son Jesse lurched into another room, returned with one of the guns he found there. Challenged he: "You haven't the nerve to shoot me." Up stepped one D. B. Neville, who originally went...