Word: stouts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When 119,624,909,917 cigarets were produced last year against 119,038,841,560 in 1929 tobacco men hailed it as an indication of their industry's ability to withstand Depression. Last week, however, this stout business suffered a reversal. It was announced that July production was 10,705,532,520 cigarets, a decrease of 9.7% from July 1930. One reason for the sharpness of the decline was that during June the wholesale price was upped, retailers given a period of grace during which they stocked up. Also, July 1930 was the industry's best month ever...
...Chartered from stout-hearted George Mallory Fynchon whose Wall Street Firm of Pynchon & Co. failed last April. The Pynchon steam yacht Vasanta is now owned by Clayton W. Morse Jr., who renamed her Clador...
...pulled up rails. Henry Bell, engineer of a freight train, was stopped by sullen gunmen, made to wreck his locomotive at an open gap in the rails. At Portadown, County Armagh, Orangemen and Republicans fought in the streets for two days with stones and bottles of Guinness's Stout. Orangemen rallied to the tune of "Dolly's Brae" and "Derry's Walls," and attempted to batter down the gates of a convent with an old pushcart for a battering ram. A well-flung whiskey bottle laid out the chief constable...
...Preacher Isham Lowe sat his horse through the mountains of Tennessee, setting his course for the Georgia uplands. At his heels brooded Assistant John Semple. The time was 1830, the climate good for camp meetings. Preacher Lowe had been doing it for years; he had grown grey, unctuous, successfully stout in revivalism. Preacher Semple was young, thin, a little peaked; a poor mixer and not yet really saved; he sometimes found it hard to face crowds, hard to bear Preacher Lowe's booming optimism...
...Author. Willa Sibert Cather looks and talks like a kindly, sensible Middle-Western housewife, stout, low-heeled, good at marketing and mending. Her motherly hats are fluttered by no mercurial wings. A spinster, there is nothing old maidish about her comfortable appearance; only her keen blue eyes belie her look of somewhat stolid placidity. Though you would never guess it from her voice she comes from Virginia, but her father moved the family to a Nebraska ranch, near Red Cloud, when she was eight. Instead of going to school she rode her pony around the country, getting acquainted with...