Word: tarred
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Huck Anderson, at 50, finds it "charming" (and so it is) to remember when little Tar Moorehead (so called to pacify Anderson relatives) discovered the great impersonal world of horses, rats, cows, sheep, and tried to join it by eating grass. He has never lost the sense of curiosity, wonder and cosmic humor experienced by little Tar when he saw the bald drug clerk and his lean wife cutting privy antics. He recalls Tar's first frights, shames, loves, possessions, just writing them down and then looking at them as Tar used to, stupidly perhaps but quite happily, saying...
White Elephant. From the tar north city of Chiengmai glad news sped that there had been born that rare marvel, a true white elephant, all pinkly pristine and signifying that the gods view with favor the ascension of pert brown-eyed King Pracha Tipok (TIME, March...
...many days are required to restore Shiloh to his best blithe spirits and make of him an astonishingly tough and adept jack-tar. He is but little concerned for his bereft Mary, back in Italy, becoming passionately interested in David's account of a lovely maiden in distress in wilderness America. David's locket shows Silver Cross, twin sister of the man slain by David, to be of utmost virginal beauty. Ever the champion of such females, Shiloh sets off across the Appalachians afoot with good-hearted David, improvising odes to Nature, caroling Greek choruses, skimming the rugged...
Coal-Oil. When Dr. Friedrich Bergius of Heidelberg, Germany, runs a ton of soft coal, or even lignite, through heated chambers and squirts hydrogen gas at the oozing tar that runs from the coal, he gets 140 gallons of heavy oil. About one-third of this consists of aromatic hydrocarbons, suitable for "no knock" motor fuel. The rest is gas oil, lubricating oil, fuel...
...water, brown men, appearing suddenly, hurried down crooked roads; racehorses with tiny loins and immense pointed legs whinnied and thumped in their stalls at the Oriental Park track; they smelled wind. Veterans at Camp Columbia, the Cuban Army headquarters in the suburbs of Marianao, looked dubiously at their tar-paper mansions. And in the middle of Havana the lean eagle erected to the memory of 260 Americans who went down with the battleship Maine, Feb. 15, 1898, seemed to come alive and with a darkness in each wing to invoke the fall of unforgotten furies. The storm was coming. Next...