Word: adirondack
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...Pelham, N.Y., unloaded his rucksack and propped his .30/06 rifle against a tree. He had driven half the night, hiked five miles through the wilderness from the highway. Now for a snooze, and then on with the great bear hunt. A year before, in the same remote Adirondack clearing, he had come across black bear tracks, marked the spot carefully on a map. Came the dawn. Bergin yawned, stretched, looked around-to see twelve equally expectant faces peering curiously at him from behind the trees. Without a word, he rolled up his sleeping bag, hiked the five miles...
...death rate partly because of better public-health detective work in finding cases). Sea View, which housed 1,500 tuberculous patients in 1951, now has only 21, is being turned mainly into a hospital and home for the aged. Famed Trudeau Sanatorium in New York's Adirondack Mountains, which treated 12,500 victims, has shut its doors to them and turned to research and other chest diseases. So have scores of other sanatoriums, and most of the "preventoriums" where TB-infected children were exposed to sun, air and snow...
...little in his life to suggest that his name would become synonymous with cancer research. Son of a Springfield (Mass.) ophthalmologist, young Dr. Rhoads took his internship under Boston's great Neurosurgeon Harvey Gushing, then went to New York's Trudeau Sanatorium (TIME, Dec. 6,1954), Adirondack Mountain headquarters for tuberculosis research and treatment. After a Boston stint in pathology, Dr. Rhoads joined Manhattan's Rockefeller Institute, studied immunity to poliomyelitis. The institute sent him to the tropics to work on diseases of the blood. There he became interested in leukemia, commonest of "blood cancers...
...Gallery last week once again proved his own happy confession: "I have never been able to lock the world out of my studio." Rosenberg avoids flashy technique and fashionable abstraction. Instead, he paints loose, free and colorful impressions of the things he loves: flowers, fields, streams and especially the Adirondack Mountains...
Down the wilderness trail from the Tahawus Club to North Creek in New York State's Adirondack Mountains a rattletrap huckboard jolted through the night, skidding off ruts, swaying past boulders and tree stumps, creaking and clattering through the silence of the forest. The night was black and misty. The horses were barely under control. The passenger sat tensed and hunched, eyes screwed up behind steel-rimmed spectacles, mouth clenched tight like a steel clamp beneath a prairie-dry mustache, his thoughts projected far out across a new century big with change. "Too fast?" the driver shouted. Theodore Roosevelt...