Word: thickly
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...richest revenue-producing issue in the long history of the oldest U.S. magazine. The Saturday Evening Post that loaded newsstands and stuffed rural mailboxes last week was thick with a thumping $1,625,000 worth of ads. It was not so fat as the 272-page Post of Dec. 7, 1929, in the days when the Post was the top U.S. magazine (in recent years LIFE has led in circulation and advertising revenue). But last week's Post took in more money than 1929's best because the Post's ad rates were...
...look to the brown-paneled wall where, painted 30 feet tall, is Ceres again. This Ceres is a powerful, morose woman. Her breasts are full, her waist is thick and muscled, her hips wide and powerful. Her strong legs are firmly planted in pregnant wheat. Her bored, detached attitude bothers some of the men. But usually the red-faced, screaming, frantic little men with thinning white hair and worried brows are too preoccupied to look at the fertile, sullen woman. They jump around, dash up & down the seven steps of the pit, wave their arms, yell as loud...
...Orleans jazz boys were then spreading a simple, primitive and powerful music; but the Duke was talking a new pulsing and sensual language. He had not yet heard of Stravinsky, and he had quit studying harmony after his first lesson, but he was using dissonance and rhythm, and thick, murky six-and eight-tone cluster chords in ways that were not recommended in the harmony books...
...White's doomsday trumpet is a steel wheel 3½ inches in diameter, with 80 square teeth around its edge. It spins against a thick steel disc drilled with 80 small holes arranged in a circle to match the 80 teeth. Compressed air rushes through these holes. When the wheel revolves, its teeth chop the air into pulses; each pulse becomes a sound wave...
...book that spends months travelling from India or Austria collects a lot of dust, and since Schoenhof's bookstore is full of foreign volumes, the air is thick and musty. In the labyrinthine passageways Mr. Paul Mueller and his ten assistants scurry around the great piles; people pop out at you from nowhere, and if you're looking for a book in anything but English you'll get what you want, even if letters have to go out to China. The firm's buying and selling with the whole world seems to have imparted a secret-service atmosphere...