Word: sweats
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...dollar they received in salary. Inasmuch as the ratio of production to salary in such an extra-New York organization as General Electric Co. was 2.6 to 1 (TIME, April 22), compared to 6.1 to 1 for New York, it might appear that New York pays relatively low-even sweat shop-wages. But no doubt the fairer explanation is the generosity of General Electric to its workers, whose statistics were eloquent evidence of the Owen D. Young theory that a corporation's responsibility is about equally divided between capital, labor, public. The public's share includes, of course...
Sudden pains came, and the Queen Mother tossed restlessly. Midnight tolled. Maria Christina grew pale, livid, and drops of sweat stood on her brow. She had been stricken with angina pectoris?paroxysms of the heart. Hot applications slightly eased the paroxysms, but before a priest arrived, at 2 a. m., the Queen Mother was unconscious. Last rites were administered, though Maria Christina knew it not, and she died...
...poured down without mercy on the little cow town of Shelby, where, in a damp prizefight ring, glistened and heaved the ruddy shoulders of Tommy Gibbons, a husky boy who wanted to be champion of the world. Jack Dempsey, the champion, was punching and slashing at Tommy Gibbons. Sweat glistened on the faces of the shirt-sleeved crowd. One man fainted. It was the heat. Another man suddenly had a bleeding nose. Tommy Gibbons felt weak and sick after a while. He lost the fight and made no money. Dempsey got $300,000. Mayor Jim Johnson of Shelby, chief backer...
...more a football game than a wrestling bout. Wrestler Sonnenberg took up professional wrestling without premeditation. One night last year in Boston, after watching two grunters struggle, Sonnenberg said: "I could take those two bums in the ring now and lick both of 'em without getting up a sweat." Said Promoter Cy Mitchell...
Further, she informed John Blymyer that the only way in which he could break the charm that made him sickly, that made his pigs die, that made sweat break out on his face in the dead of night, was to steal from Rehmeyer his book, The Long Lost Friend, or else get a lock of his hair and bury it eight feet underground. John Blymyer got two young fellows, John Curry and Wilbert Hess; Rehmeyer had hexed them too, he said. The three of them went down to Rehmeyer's farmhouse one night in the autumn to get the book...