Word: truckful
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Last week, first with a spade and then at the controls of a steam shovel, he gouged out the first scoopful of sand in his $13,000,000 project. The hiss of steam as he inexpertly spilled half the giant spoon's earth near the waiting truck was not less searingly exultant than the blast that came from the swart, little Mayor of New York: "This will be to Newark as Kirsten Flagstad is to Gypsy Rose...
Even more than his contemporaries, Parker (ne Paikowski) and Riggs, the offspring respectively of a Polish laborer and an impoverished minister, Donald Budge, son of an Oakland laundry truck driver, is the archetype of the thousands of prodigious youngsters who since the War have taken U. S. tennis away from Society and made it the remarkable thing it is. When he became an international celebrity at Wimbledon two years ago, Donald Budge's sophistication was such that he cheerily waved his racket at Queen Mary in the royal box. Gottfried von Cramm, who put Budge out in the semi...
...square-dance turns like London Bridge, and a formation which resembles an Indian Rain Dance. The Big Apple invariably ends upon a somewhat reverent note, with everybody leaning back and raising his arms heavenward. This movement is called "Praise Allah." Through it all, the "caller" shouts continuously-"Truck to the right. . . . Reverse it. . . . To the left. . . . In place. . . . Stomp that right foot. . . . Swing it. . . . All right, shine. . . . Suzi-Q to the right. . . . Praise Allah...
...more courage than Mansell possessed. For ten months microscopic amounts of dynamite were stolen from the quarry, until enough was collected for a sizeable explosion. The plan-hinging on bribery of guards and perfect timing-was for Mansell presumably to be buried under rock, while he escaped on a truck scheduled to pass at the moment. The explosion went off on schedule, the truck passed on time, but Mansell got cold feet at the last moment, was cursed by a Socialist who escaped in his place. From then on, Mansell's dissolution was a study in descending discords. Although...
Last fortnight all kinds of Chicago artists, from spick-and-span dandies in automobiles to tatterdemalions trudging along with their paintings under their arms, began to arrive at the pier at the foot of Grand Avenue. A one-and-one-half-ton truck carted the pictures into the gallery and husky young Negroes hung them up. They needed more than two miles of wire, 5,000 nails. At the press preview a Chevrolet sedan traveling from one end of the line to the other was at the disposal of lazy or legweary newshawrks...