Word: bone
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...living creatures, including man. Still, the scientists hope that within two years vats of genetically redesigned E. coli will be acting as minifactories, churning out sufficient somatotropin to treat dwarfism. There may also be enough to test a long held suspicion: that HGH can help heal burns, wounds, bone fractures and even bleeding ulcers...
That poor mutt on the RCA label. For half a century he has been sitting by the victrola, one ear cocked to the horn, checking out the sounds with the same expression on his earnest face, as if he expected the machine to throw him a bone. He has weathered considerable changes: shellac to plastic; hand cranks to separate components; 78 to 45 to 33; mono to stereo and, most recently, a skirmish with quad. There is a revolutionary change coming up, however, that bids fair to wag his tail and pin his floppy ears back...
...mystery remains. Dr. Jack Bryan, chairman of veterinary science at the University of Kentucky, ticks off the contributions of his profession to the sport, from the use of antibiotics to treat barn cough to new surgery techniques to remove bone chips. Then he admits, "I don't think they have anything to do with it. A Triple Crown winner is a running machine with courage. Nobody knows where that comes from...
Apart from Sweeney Todd, this Broadway season has been a musical bone yard Uttered with seemingly logical decisions. It must have seemed logical to cast Liv Ullmann as the indomitable mother of a struggling Norwegian immigrant brood. Unfortunately, the only thing she gets right is her accent. Ullmann is no singer, and she croaks out her numbers with nary a trace of that speechifying grace that Rex Harrison brought to My Fair Lady. With her disconcertingly low voice and brisk delivery, it sometimes seems as if she is barking out orders, like some displaced storm trooper...
...newfound hands, porcupining from the inside as they regained feeling, reached up to touch a nose that had been smashed against his cheek-bone. Memory flashed: the carnage that had stared back at him from the mirror the night before, the purple polka-dot bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more...