Word: rates
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week Governor Marland, now 61 and a bit dumpy, buttoned on his overcoat, went out his front door, trudged across the street to see British American Oil Co.'s No. 1 Piersol well. There they were taking oil at the rate of 500 bbl. an hour out of sand 6,000 ft. under the Executive Mansion. Even politics had at last placed Ernest Whitworth Marland on top of an oil dome...
...only before the election but long before, namely in an attitude of handsome lip service to and handsome contempt for the League of Nations. In his closing sentence Party Leader Baldwin, with his party whips cracking smartly, begged: "I would say to this House: I ask at any rate that all those who call themselves supporters of mine give me their confidence tonight...
...Little Colonel, The Littlest Rebel presents Shirley Temple in hoop skirts and high-button shoes, pairs her with Tap Dancer Bill Robinson. Still first-rate entertainment are the steps the two per form in a slave cabin, when they wish to distract a Yankee colonel, and again in a street when they seek to raise money to take them to see Abraham Lincoln. Miss Temple sings Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms and Polly Wolly Doodle. She also has a new foil in the person of a plump, solemn youngster named Edward McManus, who dances the minuet with...
...appreciate your efforts and those of your bankers to provide this money without coming to the Government but feel that in offering to pay such a high rate you will be hurting all railroad financing and unnecessarily penalizing your own security holders." Forthwith Chairman Jones offered to underwrite the entire issue, provided the coupon rate was cut to 4%. ''We just want to help the railroads," he explained...
...book is a throwback, impoverished into sympathy for her Red neighbors.) Marching! Marching! obeys the law of Marxian fiction in having no hero but half-a-dozen protagonists, each symbolizing some aspect of the proletarian struggle. In spite of her ancestry and her creed, Clara Weatherwax writes first-rate, first-hand U.S. prose that will remind more than one reader of Dos Passes. Her propaganda will propagate few proselytes, but her winged words should strike home to even a carapacic conservative...