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...farm in Indiany. The old purplish-brown apple butter used to come thru them hole in the paddle like somethin it aint so pleasant to think about, but just the same that ain a bad idea of yours. If they has organizashuns for folks that used to pump pipe organs, why not ? But don't you think then orter be a requirement that you had to turn the peeler the night before for the wimmen folks who cored and sliced them apple? Those slicers, by the way, might be permitted to join the auxiliary...
Exact boundary of Boise is the centre of Reserve Street. From engines and a pump wagon, parked on the city's side of the street, the firemen called out advice to scores of non-professional fire fighters who were doing their best to fight the growing conflagration on the other side. Only animals in the Jacobs barns were seven saddle horses, valued at from $1,000 to $3,000 each, including a five-gaited, Kentucky-bred stallion named Lady's Man which was a favorite mount of Senator William E. Borah. Bystanders appealed for axes to help...
...much as the V. F. W. wants peace, its chief reason for existence, like that of all veteran organizations, is to pump cash from the U. S. Treasury. A politically efficient organization with some 300,000 members, it teamed with the bigger Legion (membership: 1,000,000) to get the Bonus passed. And no one who knows the history of the Grand Army of the Republic, encamped last week in Madison, Wis. with only 200 oldsters to answer the roll call, doubts that pensions for World War veterans wdll follow the Bonus inevitably. For the V. F. W. the campaign...
...morning early in July the wife of Dee Wyatt, Negro sharecropper living on the banks of White River near Newport, Ark. shuffled out to her backyard pump, drew a bucket of water, groaned a mite as she paused to rest her back. Casually she glanced across the turgid river, then shrieked and scurried into the ramshackle house after her husband. Dee Wyatt popped his head out, took one look, and straightway headed for the home of Bramlett Bateman, nearest white farmer. He and his wife, he informed Farmer Bateman, had seen a monster. Neither of them had been drinking. Farmer...
...boll weevil bigots," "creatures whose mouths are slits . . . whose eyes pop out at you like frogs', whose chins drip tobacco juice, bewhiskered and filthy." He had faced witnesses with the uneasy feeling that "one can never tell when one of those hill billies [among the spectators] will pump a six-gun at him." He had done it all absolutely without charge or fee, paying even his own expenses. "What a glorious opportunity it was for the lot to fall to a Jew to strike a blow for the emancipation of the colored race! ... It has given me a vista...