Word: stove
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...left of the portal through which they entered was the iron stove that was later to send out those confusing signals. Beside the stove were chemical cartridges for producing black and white smoke. After a brief prayer, a final roll call and a last-minute sweep for bugging devices, the master of ceremonies pronounced: "Extra omnes" (Everybody out), and the doors were locked...
...prices and pitches at New Jersey's Englishtown Auction Sales, the largest flea market in the mid-Atlantic region: $3.75 for a solid leather belt ("Why pay a buck for a bonded belt that will become brittle and broken?"); a still-to-be-dickered price for a potbellied-stove door ("When you need it, you need it"); $1.75 for a goldfish ("You get the bowl, you get the sand, you get the fish, you get two weeks' supply of fish food"). Says Steve Sobechko, who owns the Englishtown market: "It's a great recycling place...
...night, they seek shelter in farmhouses, boring holes in the walls and hiding in bedding and curtains. The only way to combat them is with brooms and vacuum cleaners. Says Mrs. James Dow Jr. of Turner: "I vacuum piles of beetles every day and toss them into my wood stove...
...years and says she hasn't regretted a day of it. Born and raised in this area, Thelma had been a cook her entire life. She recalls all too well the days she spent behind a door in a roadside cafe marked "employees only," hovering over a hot stove, bustling to prepare food for impatient customers. "When you're cooking you have someone rush in who wants a steak in maybe ten minutes, and the most you can finish it in is 15 or 20. You got someone on your back all day long," Thelma says. Also, her jobs before...
...picture of a well-stacked blonde at a construction site with a group of men around her while she read blueprints to them. I noted her shoes were coordinated with her Gucci yellow hard hat. The second picture showed her in a pair of flowing pajamas standing over the stove stirring her filet-mignon helper (recipe on page 36) while her husband tossed the salad and her children lovingly set the table. It made me want to spit...