Word: ripe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Autumn, when the harvest is over and the pumpkins are growing ripe, U. S. farmers have time to go to the cities, to make merry and to buy. To lure them many a city holds fairs, carnivals, sporting events; some cities go further, stage elaborate celebrations, make of them affairs of great social significance. Last week two such affairs were held in the chief cities of two great Western States...
Through the rich forests of six western States last week swept devastating fire. Lack of rain had made the vast timberlands ripe for flames. Suddenly, scattered fires in central Idaho came together, beat back firefighters, bore down on farms, ranches and towns. Two towns were razed as their inhabitants fled to the open country. Many fugitives stayed for hours up to their necks in mountain streams, caught pneumonia. Animals, wild and domestic, were burned to death running. The heat stirred up tornadoes that fanned the flames to fresh heights. Mining camps were leveled, two more towns destroyed. Simultaneously forest fires...
Ryall Springs, Ga., was ripe for salvation. Nothing had happened there for a long time; even the wicked women-chasers, cardplayers, boozers were bored, welcomed the prospect of a camp meeting. Everything went even better than Brother Lowe's cagey schedule had planned. People swarmed in from miles around, sat themselves in rows on square-hewed logs, shivered expectantly as they waited to get the jerks, the barks, the hysterical whoops-&-jingles. Brother Semple preached the opening sermon at nightfall, on The Death of a Sinner. He panicked the crowd, laid them in holy rolling rows. Aristocrat Lou Crawford...
...close at his present age, than that of Mr. Chauncey Depew of the New York Central, Mr. E. P. Ripley of the Atchison, Mr. J. R. Kenly of the Atlantic Coast Line, Mr. Milton Smith of the Louisville and Nashville, and many other eminent illustrations, who reached an unusually ripe old age before relinquishing management of their great interests. Mr. Willard is not only in sound and virile health, but he is more than favorably comparable in that respect with troops of other men who have not reached...
Ladies' Night. One of the most violent evenings was all for the ladies. While striking telephone operators in the centre of Barcelona flung brickbats and shrilled curses at their scab sisters in the central offices, Barcelona's Civil Governor decided that the time was ripe to raid some of the music halls on the Paralelo, Barcelona's trolley terminus and rowdiest thoroughfare, at the foot of towering Montjuich. Here, he had been informed, female entertainers were celebrating the liberty of the Republic by dancing in the raw. Po licemen looking strangely British in scarlet tunics and blue...