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...Margaret Rickard. They drove around the Tidal Basin, saw the cherry blossoms, circled the Lincoln Memorial. As Mrs. Hoover turned homeward into West Executive Ave. a motorist swung into a parking space, missed it, backed out to try again, thus blocking traffic. Mrs. Hoover gave her horn an impatient toot. Not recognizing her, the motorist signaled the First Lady to "pipe down." She did, smiling...
...factory whistles shrilled at the Brown Derby's approach as it passed nor as it vanished. Mill owners had turned their steam on for Candidate Hoover, had (See p. 15) kept every whistle at full toot so long as he was in hearing. Now mill hands left their piece work, ran to big windows and yelled, forced numerous mills to shut down from five minutes to an hour...
...been dispensed with, which means less capital, fewer workers, big savings. All-wool unfinished broadcloth and blankets have been made and according to optimistic reports cannot be differentiated from their loom-woven relatives. The finer fabrics, requiring more rows of shorter stitches to the inch, are still a problem. Toot-Light. Changing the signals automatically at regular time intervals at the intersection of a main highway and a less heavily traveled road would congest the highway for the sake of a possibly empty side-road. Charles Adler, Baltimore signal engineer, has invented a device which interrupts the heavy traffic only...
...robbed American women of their culinary art. The U. S. is effectually sealing itself in a tin can. Half the food Americans eat is tinned." That was to prove to his stockholders that their tin investments were based on a sound commodity. Then he let go with another toot: ''Americans are so busy and so imprisoned in their tinned lives that they never pause to consider what would happen if the tin supply ran out and they had to fall back on ordinary food. The U. S. consumes 50% of the world...
...little French train rushed through the pines toward Valloire, modest neighbor of Cannes, bearing Peleus Chalfont, young U. S. expatriate in search of health. Cloppety-Clop. The same little train bore the pretty Bobbie Parsons and her too ancient husband George, un- pleasantly far from his native Missouri. The toot of a motor horn. Came drunken old Henry-oh with ribalt Mimi, the Duchess. World-weary pilgrims, they journeyed back through the hills to the Temple of Hercules, there to utter loose prayers. Someone answered...