Word: bottome
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...First Lord Winston Churchill's inventor-friend, Frederick Alexander Lindemann, Oxford professor, scientist, aviator, director of the R. A. F.'s Physical Laboratory in World War I. One mine brought in for "Lindy's" inspection was retrieved by a brave diver who went to the bottom alone to get it. Report was that the triggers of the new mines were found to be so sensitive they responded to sound waves as well as magnetism...
...deny that Varsity swimming workouts are thought. After two months of ache-producing exercises, the Ulenmen enter, the pool officially, and from 3 o'clock to 4:30 daily, exclusive of morning workouts, the boys wave their arms at the bottom of the bath. A typical session might consist of the following: to being with, a little kicking with the board to limber up the calf and thigh muscles; then, Coach Ulen will inform you to "swim ten laps at three-quarter speed." That usually means 250 yards about us fast as you can go, because five other follows...
...three vessels were torpedoed by Nazi submarines last week. Yet the toll of merchant tonnage and civilian lives taken at sea by Germany was the greatest for any week of the war to date. Twenty-one ships totalling 93,300 tons of Allied and neutral shipping went to the bottom. More than 200 persons were killed, some 100 of them in one sinking which rivaled the Athenia as the war's foremost "atrocity...
...Nazi in-fighting landed under the belly of the 8,3O9-ton Dutch liner Simon Bolivar, carrying 170 crew and 230 passengers for Paramaribo, Surinam. Coasting at midday about 16 miles off Harwich, England, through a calm, sunny sea, she ran into two mines which tore out her bottom, killed her captain and about 100 others, injured 200. Most of the passengers were German-Jewish refugees, scores of them children...
...placed in a large tin can filled with wet mud. This creature, something like a catfish, something like a small eel, struggled through the mud to the top of the can occasionally to breathe air; but as the mud dried and hardened, the lungfish was held fast at the bottom. Six months later, the can reached its destination, a biological supply house in Chicago. The can was opened, the cylindrical mold of dried mud delicately picked away, the lungfish removed. It was alive. The fish, gaunt from its fast, made a sort of barking noise by rapidly expelling air from...