Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tobacco shortage imminent? From the rich, leaf-growing lands of the south, a thick smoke screen, pungent with reports of short crop and runaway prices, swirled up around the tobacco industry last week. Over the radio, cigaret programs vaguely hinted at a shrinking supply. Newspaper ads pleaded for patience if favorite brands were temporarily exhausted. To ration-wise citizens, all this spelled shortage. But what was behind the smoke...
...Lots of Smoke. In Virginia's famed Old Belt markets, tobacco companies are scrambling to buy all the leaf they can get. Although hobbled by price ceilings and individual War Food Administration quotas, they have sent prices flipping up like a snapped butt. Low-grade leaf, once worth only a cent a pound, now brings up to 30?. Second-growth "wisps," which growers once did not even bother to cart to market, now find ready buyers. Flue-cured tobacco, mainstay of the industry, is up to 40? a pound, almost double the 1933-41 average...
Most important part of the Convention was not what it formally resolved but what it revealed of Labor's feuds and fears. The 2,100 delegates bet, finagled and politicked in smoke-filled hotel rooms like a typical U.S. political convention, and talked like Labor's Town Meeting. The delegates elected Walter Reuther first vice president over Communist-backed Dick Frankensteen by 345 votes, then turned round and elected Frankensteen second vice president over Reuther's nominee, Dick Leonard, by about 300 votes. Apparently the rank & file seemed to think they could best protect themselves by perpetuating...
...Smoke pillars writhed skyward last week from Calcutta's five burning ghats. Emaciated Indians shoveled at least 100 Hindu dead into the ancient fires each day. Possibly greater numbers of Moslem corpses were buried, fellow victims of a bitter, ten-month-old Indian food shortage now grown to famine proportions...
...over the plain twelve of our B-25s unloaded their bombs on a German concentration, and there, too, smoke billowed up, black and grey. That was our imitation of nature. Ten minutes later the bombers passed over our heads and two of the escorting fighters came down and 'buzzed' the crater of Vesuvius. We envied them that bird's-eye view. For us there was nothing but to toil up afoot...