Word: alcoholism
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...beautiful, little white-whiskered Dr. Charles Giffen Pease on his 81st birthday. Dr. Pease obliged: "My friends, I can tell a poison addict at a glance. I go into the park to walk. I pick out the children who are receiving cocoa, a drink as noxious as the poisonous alcohol. How can I tell? By the degeneracy of the skin, and the tissue around the eyes. It is unfailing. 'Madam,' I say, 'your child is receiving cocoa.' 'Yes,' she replies, 'our physician advised it.' 'Madam,' I say, 'when...
...Stars Over Broadway" is the story of a singing porter who rises to the heights of fame on Broadway; slips, thanks to alcohol and the attentions of miscellaneous female admirers, and finally through the grace of God and of the ever faithful manager, well-portrayed by Pat O'Brien, is restored to his place in the sun on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera itself. Unfortunately. Jane Froman, whose part is small and devoid of any outlet for acting ability, photographs poorly and looks rather hard. Her voice registers well but the general effect is not nearly so fortunate...
Drunks swept up off the streets by police and carted to hospitals usually need sleep more than anything else, hence get little active treatment. But an occasional alcoholic may be so thoroughly saturated that he will sink from deep coma into paralysis and death. Taking an interest in such deplorable guzzlers, last year two internes at Boston's City Hospital, Drs. Leon J. Robinson and Sydney Selesnick, began experimenting on specimens in their hospital's alcoholic ward. Their aim was to develop a gas which would oxidize alcohol in the blood, help throw it off in the breath...
...delivered. By five there was no more good scotch in Harvard Square, and you know those Harvard boys, they just will not drink poor scotch. So they ordered a couple of gallons of gin. Soon that was gone too. One of the tutors suggested draining the alcohol out of his radiator, but there was a Radcliffe girl there who didn't like straight alcohol, and threatened to put on her overshoes and go home if they started serving...
...told Burlingame how sorry he was there was no more scotch. Burlingame faced him, a cold cigarette hanging limply from his flabby lips. His eyes locked tired. He had just finished giving his all for Harvard against Yale on the gridiron. But he wouldn't tolerate gin or alcohol when breaking training. They are so fastidious, those Harvard boys...