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Better token of an election-year spring than the balmy air filling the White House office, was the way in which President Roosevelt had begun to stroke the fur of his conservative critics in the right direction. Last week he gave a White House luncheon to the members of Secretary of Commerce Roper's Business Advisory Council. That body of tycoons, now depleted by the resignation of numerous members disgusted with the way the President had ignored their advice for three years, also enjoyed a three-hour table discussion during which they basked in the equinoctial warmth...
Back from Wausau, Wis., where the temperature was 35°, to Manhattan, Chicago, Los Angeles, other U. S. fur-trading centres, journeyed last week some 70 fur buyers. At Hamburg, 20 miles from Wausau, is the 12,000-acre silver fox ranch of Fromm Bros., world's largest breeders of bright silver foxes. There last fortnight blond blue-eyed Edward Fromm auctioned off more than 7,500 silver fox pelts for some $540,000. Buyers, fur-capped and ear-muffed, enjoyed their junket. From the Hotel Wausau they took busses to the Hamburg ranch, found free drinks and bowling...
...Hamilton, Ont., a stray cat struggled so desperately against Inspector E. G. McDonald's efforts to push it into the lethal gas chamber that the static electricity in its fur exploded the gas. The explosion blew the chamber to bits and knocked out Inspector McDonald. The cat vanished...
...tunnel-that was only a bit-was pickin' bony at the tipple at the coal mine. And that's the easiest work they is. boys' work. I hed to give that up. Now I cain't hardly lug a bucket of water, and that not fur. I cain't hardly git up on a chair and haul window blinds. I give myself 'bout a year. I know I'm goin'. I'm not foolin' myself. But there's no use cryin' 'bout that now, is they...
...mouth open, listening unabashed to lines like, "Take off your clothes and stay awhile." Spencer Tracy is the cocky tuna fisherman whom she sticks to even though Nick Appopolis, the fish-cannery owner, assaults her virtue with a matrimonial offer and a neckpiece made of well-bleached cat-fur. When her fisherman leaves her to go on the bum, she steals a roll of bills for him from Nick. Sentenced for this, she gets out of prison through a drainpipe, is reunited with her tuna fisherman, only to give herself up to the law when he promises to quit...