Word: anvils
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...kind of rough treatment, such as heat or acids, makes it fall into fragments that cannot kill any kind of germ. To use the customary chemical methods on penicillin, says Dr. Sheehan, "would be like attempting to repair a fine watch with a blacksmith's sledge and anvil." The critical problem was to find a way to bond a carbon atom and a nitrogen atom to form a chemical ring in the heart of the molecule. Avoiding many standard reagents as too violent, and keeping his solutions at room temperature or lower, Dr. Sheehan finally found a reagent that...
...drought. A bankrupt circus only made matters worse by praying for a dry track on which to run its trick horse. The Lord let it rain and the horse won anyway, but as musical theater the whole carnival romp was a washout. Recording Artist Kay Starr's anvil voice (with a nice built-in sob) led a lusty counterpoint melody between town and clown. But Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong as bandmaster and oldtime Circus Comic Buster Keaton were so much wasted tanbark. The "original" Jo Swerling-Hal Stanley music and lyrics had a too-familiar ring. ("If fate should hurt...
...first year Leverone's company took in $30,000 worth of slugs. Undaunted, Leverone and his engineers installed magnets to winnow out iron slugs, developed a three-fingered scanning device to reject slugs with holes in them. To reject more sophisticated slugs, he inserted a small anvil in his machines just below the coin slot; coins that were either too hard or too soft bounced off the anvil into slots leading to the coin-return chute. When cheaters dis covered slugs with just the right bouncing qualities, Leverone's engineers countered with electrical devices to test conductiv...
...anxieties and hallucinations. And yet, curiously, life in its deepest expressions was on Norma Jeane's side-perhaps had always been on her side. The sensitivity which made her feel so deeply the shocks of her childhood was countered by a set of instincts as solid as an anvil. She took blows that would have smashed many people, and she cracked a little, but she did not fall apart. And always there was that traffic-jamming, production-stopping hunk of woman that the scared little girl inhabited...
...Medrodus, his heir apparent, and at his side hangs a lustrous sword (Excalibur of old), sole remaining symbol of legal Roman power. No Lady of the Lake hands Artos the sword; he filches it. When Medrodus protests, Artos sinks the sword deep in an oak bole (instead of the anvil imbedded in stone of Malory's story), and after a grunt-and-sweat match, Medrodus fails to draw it out and Artos succeeds. Picking up a few tricks from the new company he keeps, Medrodus knifes old Ambrosius in the bath, and pricks his own veins in blood brotherhood...