Word: plugged
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...violence, for if his owner does not string along with the corrupt kosher poultry "trust"' (two who did not were shot down last year in Brooklyn and Queens), the broiler may have poison or kerosene sprinkled over him by a band of "the Boys," ex-convicts and plug-uglies who police the trust. Even the butcher on the quiet street who finally sells the broiler, should he escape all his other criminal hazards, probably has his district and his customers and his wholesaler assigned him by poultry racketeers. In The Bronx, one night early last month, police caught seven...
Sandwiched between other appeals to missing persons, the above jingle appeared one Sunday last month in the "agony columns" of Manhattan newspapers. Seasoned readers recalled Sunny Jim. He was the jolly old fellow with the brimless plug hat. the erect queue of white hair, the towering collar, red jacket and yellow waistcoat who advertised Force, the breakfast food, 30 years ago. Before eating Force he was a scowling grump named Jim Dumps (with hair queue drooping). A famed old jingle told his story...
...expensive quacks, an immeasurable ocean of buncombe . . . high-salaried experts in solving the insoluble and achieving the impossible ... a truant officer to fetch [the pupil] and police him, a dietitian to save him from scurvy and pellagra, a surgeon to remove his adenoids and tonsils, a dentist to plug his teeth, and a psychologist to chart the movements, if any, of his IQ . . . multitudes of special classes for backward pupils . . . struggling with the uneducable ... ten or twelve years of intensive tuition (or, at all events, of pleasant recreation) for downright idiots...
...down the Potomac with the Mayflower. On these excursions Col. Coupal would watch the President's face attain a certain degree of pallor and wryness. would pluck two pledgets of cotton from a case and on them pour a few drops of a liquid. Mr. Coolidge would plug the medicated cotton in his ears. Soon his face would relax and ruddy Col. Coupal was free to continue with his jovial stories...
...essays, and which notes his authorship of "The Editor's Easy Chair" department in Harper's. He goes to Life's office punctually once a week to deliver his editorials, spends much of his time in his Manhattan house which is specially wired for him to plug in, in almost any corner, a device to aid his hearing...