Word: sandhog
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Then the drilling stopped; the shaking of the drill might cave in the sandy California soil in the bigger pit. As dawn broke hot and clear over the San Gabriel Mountains, the snorting, clangorous power shovels had dug a pit 57 feet deep. "Whitey" Blickensderfer, 43, an unemployed ex-sandhog, was lowered into the crater with a partner-little, gnomelike O. A. Kelly, an out-of-work carpenter and ex-miner. By midmorning, they had tunneled to the well pipe, cut a small exploratory window in its corroded sides. Peering in with mirrors and flashlights, they saw a flash...
...years, he made millions, cut a wide swath on Broadway. He sank $40,000 in a play, acquired a swank Fifth Avenue apartment, took to horseback riding in Central Park and dealing with such labor racketeers as Joey Fay. In 1937 the murder of a striking sandhog labor leader, whom Sam had supposedly threatened to kill, almost toppled him from his throne. Police held Sam as a material witness, but freed him for lack of evidence...
...Time for Love (Paramount). To prove that photography can also be art, Claudette Colbert (an artistic photographer) ventures deep into a vehicular tunnel and is confronted by brusque, briskety Fred MacMurray (a sandhog). Stripped to the belt, bawling and brawling with his fellow sandhogs, Cinemactor MacMurray strikes Cinemactress Colbert as so photogenic that she instantly sets her tripod for him. But Mr. MacMurray will have no truck with Miss Colbert's arty shallowness. Says he: "If you want to buy some muscles, go out and get yourself a cheap cut of beef...
After they have fought enough laughs to a draw, it turns out that Cinemactor MacMurray is really no sans-culotte but a brilliantly eligible engineer, complete with a degree and an invention that is tried out in a sensational, muck-drenched cave-in scene, in which the sandhog saves the lady photographer...
...radio for company, and if you don't go nuts between 10 a.m. and sundown, you're tough enough to laugh off anything." Fortnight ago, Fred Allen, with his razor-strop smoothness, put on a savage parody (Clipso, the aristocrat of soap chips, presents Susan Spavin, Girl Sandhog). In Ottawa, the Canadian Broadcasting Corp.'s general manager, W. E. Gladstone Murray, said he was going to work up a new "code of good taste" for afternoon programs...