Word: cleanness
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...look at the facts. ... I challenge Governor Roosevelt to state specifically what the present Administration has failed to do in this emergency and what steps he would have taken. ... In the face of the shocking system of government existing in New York City, Governor Roosevelt's failure to clean up his own party and assert his moral leadership bars him-honest, amiable and attractive gentleman that he is-from spiritual kinship with . . . Wilson . . . Roosevelt . . . Cleveland...
...boulders of Dogtown Common, part of Cape Ann near Gloucester, Mass., lately appeared carved legends such as "Prosperity Follows Service," "Be Clean," "Help Mother," "Get a Job," "Save." When one such marking, the simple number "31,"* was carved on a boulder on the property of Mrs. Leila Webster Adams, widow of Manhattan Architect Rayne Adams and descendant of early settlers, she rose up in protest, revealed the carver to be Roger Ward Babson, famed statistician. Explained Statistician Babson, whose family settled on Cape Ann in 1628: "The work I'm doing is part of an educational plan . . . which will...
...highly un fortunate Spinks. He was the impecunious editor of the weekly Bohemia, she was a frowzy woman who messed about her barnlike house in flamboyant silk wrappers, looking "like some tropical bird whose plumage had been dimmed and ruffled by captivity and whose cage was not kept as clean as it should be." It was at her irrational house with the Spink boys and girls that the best fun was to be found. Making the cistern water overflow from the attic and tobogganing with it down the stairs was a panacea for all childish ills...
...from the Department. Belle is a cow who waggles her mouth, spurts milk. Snuffles is a sow, Betsy and Percy her bloated shoats. Biddy is a hen who has traveled to England (TIME, Aug. 11, 1930). Biddy and Belle phonographically declare what they like to eat. Snuffles pleads for clean pastures. The shoats squeal...
...with a spear-like knife makes the deft throat-cutting thrust which kills him. Then an intricate web of knives scrapes off his hair, Government inspectors slice his neck glands to look for signs of tuberculosis. A knife cleaves off his head. Another knife sweeps his insides as clean as his skin. A twist of tweezers and his toenails go clattering to the floor. A bath of fire removes the last shred of hair. A cleaver drops and rends the backbone. Exactly 25 minutes is the interim between living animal and carcass ready for the cooler. Twenty-four hours elapse...