Word: ropes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...forty-hour law must be modified by virtue of national necessity, as well as by reason of the general situation in Eu rope. In no country in the world, except France and Mexico, is it the normal time of work. In no country of the world are factories allowed to go idle for one or two days a week...
...living on collective farms. The three largest centres for Cárdenas Collectivism are the vast La Laguna cotton districts, the wheat lands of Sonora, and the henequen region in the Yucatan Peninsula which used to lead the world in producing the raw materials for binder twine and rope. Read adjustment after land distribution was so violent that production of henequen fell off by half. During the weeks in which the Peninsula was being collectivized nobody in Yucatan's capital felt wealthy and safe enough to buy an automobile. But many peons now have land, tools and weapons...
Always interesting to aeronauts, scoop-up-&-drop mail service attracted the fancy of the 75th Congress, which directed the Post Office to call for last week's bids. Most popular scooping arrangement is a grapple hook dangling from the plane by a rope to catch another rope (with the mail sack attached) suspended between two posts. To deliver sacks without bursting them, experimenters have used nets, parachutes, hinged rods on the bottom of the sack which absorb the shock. The Post Office left the scooping method to the airlines, subject to approval by the Civil Aeronautics Authority. Deadline...
...dived deep). They began the laborious job of "pumping" the dying fish to the top, when violent thrashing on their line and clouds of blood deep in the water told them that something else was after their fish-sharks! By the time they raised the marlin and got a rope around its tail, its belly and sides were slashed away to the backbone. The head and midsection broke off, slid back into the depths...
...water, lit countless cigarets, pondered his problem. Should he finish the act the audience of 10,000 was waiting for, or return ignominiously to safety? The afternoon wore on, evening came. Still John Warde had not solved his problem. At 10:38 he heard the rustle of a rope net which police were vainly trying to anchor below him. He nipped his burning cigaret out and down, 17 floors to the street. "I've made up my mind," he cried, and jumped. The crowd shrieked, rushed forward, suddenly retreated in silence...