Word: wet
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Giants 9Cincinnati 2 Brooklyn 2 Pittsburgh 1 (All other games postponed because of rain or wet grounds...
...swore that some day he would invent a cotton-picker to eliminate that back-breaking toil. He learned engineering and drafting from correspondence courses. Because he remembered that his grandmother moistened her spinning wheel to make cotton stick to it, the idea occurred to him to try a smooth, wet spindle on a mechanical picker. Soon he was joined by Brother Mack, who had graduated from the University of Texas and gone to work for General Electric Co. in Schenectady. Their first machines were tried out with encouraging success in Texas and Louisiana. They worked slowly, carefully, rebuffed outsiders...
...Dayton, where Dr. Simpson could experiment with it. It cured cases of syphilis (thus making Professor von Jauregg's troublesome malaria treatment obsolete), gonorrhea, rheumatism, colds and other ailments. But when the feverish patient broke into a sweat, the high frequency current tended to arc, thus burning his wet flesh. Mr. Kettering overcame that difficulty by fanning the patient dry with a blast of hot air from a new air conditioner which he was developing...
...translated into blue labradorite, embellished with a colored mosaic rainbow, rows of grave crosses in artificial perspective and an elaborate icing of gigantic white marble figures (TIME, Nov. 10, 1930; Nov. 27, 1933). Working like a beaver (his son estimates that he handles nearly 500 pounds of wet clay a day), he has been a recluse since the Armistice. Careful inspection showed that, however erratic the War memorial might be as a whole, most of the individual figures are fit to rank with the best work Sculptor Barnard has ever done. So were two of his newest works in last...
...only under the trees in the long grasses wet with the creek that little pockets of coolness were to be found. So, having run down the hill and across the meadow that lay stretched, still and beaten, in the burning gold of the summer afternoon, she flung herself on the bank in a final rush. Gulping and panting, she raised her small body cautiously and listened. But not a sound of pursuit murmured from the far hill...