Word: kitchened
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...lived around there was sick of it. A John Doe warrant was filled out and soon School Street was clanging with police patrols from six precincts. The police entered and found the old factory clean enough. There was a refectory with more than a dozen long tables and a kitchen whose iceboxes burst with pork chops, chickens, choice cuts of beef. There was a large nursery where some pickaninnies slept, incredibly, for upstairs 300 dusky adults were shouting their evangelical fervor. They were in Heaven, a real Heaven of free food and no work promised and produced by Major...
...languidly onto the floor, topheavy in vast headdresses. From unposed angles of posed spectacles Photographer Lohse had progressed to Manhattan scenes at night: a night newsboy buying his papers from a delivery man, idlers mooning into store windows. One series showed pauper children, black & white, eating at a soup-kitchen board; another showed primped little scions of the rich at Publisher Conde Nast's party for his daughter Leslie's third birthday...
...Some years ago, I referred to politics as the lovely lady in the parlor, and economics as the kitchen maid who did the work: I had hoped that the kitchen would be able to discipline itself. Indeed we were making progress in that direction, but there was always a small minority who refused co-operation and were unwilling to accept selfdiscipline. They represented rugged individualism at its worst. . . . So business having failed to discipline itself, I see no escape from some direction and control by the lady in the parlor, but I am not willing to turn the kitchen over...
...blast furnace in a tower 40 ft. high. Others have erected working models: oil industry, a miniature refinery. Still others have put up huge dioramas (three-dimensional picture-models) : with three such the meat industry will show all that happens to beef on its way from cattle range to kitchen range...
...parade. On scaffolding before it stood a big, drooping man with a gloomy face and sad Mexican eyes: Diego Rivera, the world's foremost living fresco painter. A guard called to Rivera to come down from his scaffold. He laid down his big brushes and the tin kitchen plate he uses for a palette, climbed nimbly down the ladder. Mr. Robertson handed him an envelop. It held a check for $14,000, last payment on the $21,000 due Rivera for his work. It held too a letter telling him he was fired. Artist Rivera woodenly went...