Word: tobaccos
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...bending them over the bar with a hammer. The weight is so great that those who wear the device attach a rope to both ends of the bar to keep it off the ground when shuffling inch by inch across the floor. If no rope is available a tobacco box or little block of wood may be placed under it in the center to do service as a caster...
...President Hoover last week found three men to serve on his Federal Farm Board: James Clifton Stone of Lexington, Ky. (tobacco), Carl Williams of Oklahoma City (cotton), C. B. Denman of Farmington. Mo. (live stock). He hoped he would get three others, to whom he had publicly offered appointments: Alexander Legge of Chicago (business), W. S. Moscrip of St. Elmo, Minn, (dairy), Charles C. Teague of Los Angeles (fruit). The President was having difficulty finding No. 1 men for his board. An able No. 2 man might make his mark on the board but the President knew the board required...
...table and asked his neighbor's name the latter replied, 'I am Jellicoe.'"* General Dawes grinned and puffed his hubblebubble pipe (christened by the British press "Old Underslung"). Edward of Wales tactfully produced a pipe from his own coattails, borrowed some of the Dawesian tobacco...
Gleefully last week anti-tobacco leagues and anti-cigaret societies pointed to young King Zog of Albania as a frightful warning. Having smoked a small carload of cigarets (coarse, loose-rolled Macedonias) in the past year,* King Zog developed such a cough that his Italian physician announced that he had completely lost his voice. King Zog was dumb. Alarming news that the dumb Zog's ailment might be cancer of the throat caused European chancelleries to turn anxious eyes on Albania. Despite its bachelor king, Albania is already an Italian protectorate to all intents and purposes. Diplomats feared that...
...geeva pull? Little Johnny Bull! What a naughty little pup To eat the paper profits up. Contributor Funk was obviously a man of substance, conscious of the stockmarket. His subsequent contributions would have revealed him, to any between-lines-reader, as: a fatalist; a hedonist conscious of women, tobacco, liquor; a bad golfer; a married man whose thoughts sometimes stray afield; a middle-aged married man whose thoughts always return homeward. Wilfred J. Funk dutifully summed himself up, in fact, in his opus for May 9 entitled "Symptoms," as follows: SYMPTOMS I am a sort of a cynical cuss, Mellow...