Word: bone
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...moving targets, inviting attack. Supporting them are teams of helicopters scattered in impromptu bases. When an attack comes, the patrol radios to the base. In a typical grenouillage operation last week, a call came in to Lieut. Colonel Marcel Bigeard, established in a burned-out farmhouse south of Bone. Within minutes, Bigeard had seven helicopters loaded up; he took off, returned with 15 captured rebels, three mortars and 60 rifles...
...proved to be the occipital (posterior) bone of a human skull, and its position in a stratum containing crude flint hand axes and the bones of long-extinct animals made it exciting news in anthropological circles. Marston soon found a second bone (left parietal) which fitted the first bone perfectly. The two bones were enough to give some idea of an extremely ancient kind of man who lived along the Thames about 250,000 years ago, before the last of the great glaciers crept over England...
Last July came a change of luck. Son John found a right parietal skull bone. It fitted precisely the two bones found by Marston, and proved that "the first Englishman" (probably a young woman) had an essentially modern brain. A wave of excitement brought hordes of diggers to Barnfield Pit. But still almost nothing was known about how the first Englishmen lived...
Aided by "king-size" washcloths, spinach diets, "pedicure tools" and "Queen Bee Cream," she reduces the large, wholesome hips to mere skin and bone, prunes away the buxom midriff, buttresses the sags and fills the open pores. What's left is vigorously sprayed from head to toe with enchanting "fragrances" and left to its own devices, e.g., "If you have an old coffee grinder, fill it with ivy." Only the most hardened men ("see also husbands") could get through this book without "hands, shaking from nervousness...
...museum of medieval antiquities, and he is lavish with local color, mostly bloodred. Some will doubtless regret Treece's crockery-clattering upsetting of the old round table. But the fact is that while good King Arthur could exist only in storybooks, Artos the Bear has enough gristle-and-bone reality to have actually galloped across the misty dawn of British history...