Word: leatherizing
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...Leather is scarce and so is cotton. The orange crop was normal last year and Spain had an export surplus, but olives and olive oil, the country's big agricultural exports, were below normal. Exports were at the expense of hungry Spaniards. The output of mineral resources (iron, copper, mercury, potash), in spite of British and Nazi efforts, was about 75% of pre-war normal...
Last week, already maker of 90% of the soft gelatin capsules used in the U. S., Bob Scherer was busier than usual. Slugabed still, he got down to the office closer to 11 o'clock than 10, spent most of his days in a big white leather chair in a swanky modernistic office hard by his cocktail bar. But the bar did no business, for Capsuleman Scherer was finishing arrangements for moving his Windsor plant to Toronto, for upping his 1939 production of medicament-filled capsules from...
...annual meat bill of a family of five by buying a side of beef wholesale at a little better than half the retail price and having a locker plant's butcher cut and freeze it. Apostle of this drive to invade the cities is stumpy, chipper, leather-lunged Alfred Michael Reilly, Baker's Chicago sales engineer, who has peddled ice machinery for 27 years. Weekly he delivers lectures to persuade Midwest businessmen to scrape up the average $10,000 needed to build a locker plant. Some sales points in his favor...
...same island whose people fled to the U. S. during the potato famines of a century ago. Meanwhile, it had had a cultural renaissance. Irishmen had begun again to take poetic pride in their land, with its purple mountains, its lakes and glens peopled with green-coated, leather-aproned leprechauns, the heather-crowned hills of Donegal, the rocky outlines of the Aran Islands. Their poetry that always symbolized Ireland as a woman beautiful and bereaved was brought back to life. The story of Ireland's long struggle for independence, delivered of yore by ragged, foot-sore balladiers, was resurrected...
...when he left college finally. Have to get a job doing something. Well, then, he'd be free to salvage civilization. Young man; no responsibilities. Political work, newspaper campaigns, social work with Vag as the driving force behind it all. Food, shelter, clothing? A sandwich, his garret, his leather-elbowed jacket. Life was going to be far above a grubby, materialistic plane. This time the voice was cutting. "And the wife and kids?" it sneered almost viciously. Oh. Vag had forgotten. Yes, there was the Wellesley apparition to be considered, loved, fed, and--he winced as he recalled her Dache...