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...their wrappers. She reported talking to the young wife of an army officer who was forced to pay $50 a month rent for quarters next door to prostitutes, quarters from which Negroes had been evicted so that higher rents could be charged. From Beaumont, Tex. she wrote that the stink from the city's garbage dump "is so vile over the Pennsylvania yards that the whole shift has to be pulled off the ships, causing the loss of thousands of man-hours of work. If the wind changes, the people of Beaumont are nauseated and nearly choked...
...armor and more infantry and poured them south on a series of forced and camouflaged marches by night. The force made an extraordinary 200-mile dash across desert as trackless as the sky, building its own dust storms. Armor and the truck convoys made the whole desert stink like a garage, according to one of the men who went along...
...other feature, "Truck Busters," is not without its moments, but succumbs in a morass of cliches. Most distinctive is a bosomy heroine, two brotliers who actually look like brothers, and an apparently asbestos-palmed villain who kept putting out cigarettes in his hand. Someone appropriately dropped a stink bomb...
Hearst's Journal-American poured huge black headlines on Poletti. Out came Hoffman's record of arrests: felonious assault, 1929; assault, 1931; felonious assault, 1932; malicious mischief (planting "stink bombs"), 1937. The tabloid Daily News, strongly anti-New Deal, swung from the floor with a double-truck haymaker, telling how Hoffman, in 1940, was convicted for trying to start a fire in a non-union cleaning & dyeing plant by sending clothes in which had been hidden incendiary phosphorous pellets coated with paraffin (which would melt when heated during the cleaning process...
...censor was going through the unit's letters and he silently handed me one short note and pointed to the final paragraph. It was from an Ohio private to his wife: "It will be a different Christmas this year. The altar will be a fallen tree in this stinking jungle. All around there will be the stink of sweat, unwashed clothes and the fainter, sweeter smell of death. But as I kneel to pray I know you will be alongside me praying too, and that will make it a Happy Christmas, darling...