Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Almost as soon as the weather cleared, divers went down after gold, brought up about $300,000 worth. Already sand was drifting thick across the Lutine's decks...
...that time Provincetown was a fishing village inhabited largely by Portuguese. A Chicago visitor said that Provincetown ladies decorated their hats with mackerel gills and swept their floors with halibut fins. But to Hawthorne, Provincetown's great natural resource was its summer light- brilliant and untempered, making houses, sand and wharves blaze against their backgrounds. In an old sail loft he established an art school. Before his death in 1930 it attracted 125 students each summer; Provincetown was more famous as an art colony than it had ever been as a fishing village; and Hawthorne had a reputation...
Under the coarse glacial bed of Manhattan's murky East River, sand hogs for the last year have been boring the two tubes of a midtown vehicular tunnel intended by 1940 to connect Manhattan Island with Long Island. Each 31 feet in diameter, the tubes are bored by great circular "shields." Like the mouth of a great pipe, the shield is forced ahead by hydraulic pressure, cutting two feet eight inches at each thrust into sub-bottom deposit. Between forward thrusts, workmen remove the muck within the shield, line each new section with cylindrical cast-iron casing. Keeping...
...twelve hours the fire raged, go feet below the river surface, 70 feet from shore, fought hopelessly by sand hogs with hand extinguishers, firemen who braved the terrific pressure to attack it with hoses. After a grim night of defeat, tunnel engineers resorted to extraordinary tactics. Slowly, pound by pound, they began reducing the air pressure in the fire-swept section. Just as slowly, the air wall gave way and the river it had been holding out began to muck in. In half an hour, it half-filled the section, doused the fire...
Superintendent Alexander Hamilton Bell will never forget the day the first oil spurted into the slush pits from the sand which had been tapped 13,000-odd ft. down. It was necessary to bail mud out of the pipe so that the gas pressure below could push up the oil. "We had swabbed 2,000 ft. of mud," said Superintendent Bell, "when suddenly the fluid rose 1,500 ft. in the hole. So we knew we had something. We swabbed a little more. Then it came naturally. For half an hour mud poured into the sumps, then turned...