dynamite
Durn'd Blacklegs At It Again
Submitted by nathan on Fri, 2007-08-31 23:03.
September 1, 1927
Our Water Supply
Claude Van Norman knew he might run into a truculent possum once in a while—maybe he’d turn it into a bear, make a better story for the boys down at the saloon—but when the superintendent of the Lone Pine division of the Aqueduct was making his rounds, and kicked a box of gelatin complete with coiled fuse and caps, he probably thought, I didn’t sign up for this.
Now why in heaven would anyone carelessly leave that dynamite lying around?
The Long March Back
Submitted by nathan on Tue, 2007-05-01 02:39. 
April 30, 1927
La Louisiane
Governor Simpson declared today that the homes of thousands of French Acadiana and Spanish Creoles in St. Bernard and Plaquemines parishes were tomorrow going to be deep underwater. And not just because nature was being nature, but because Simpson was to dynamite the levees, sentencing a huge swath of hunters and trappers to homeless oblivion.
The folks of “Evangeline,” who knew exile only too well, trudged away in a debouch forty miles long while the muddy water of thirty-one states poured past.
