Word: braine
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Augustin Jean Fresnel lost his job as an engineer with the French government in 1815 because he opposed Napoleon's return from Elba. Then he turned his fertile, inventive brain to the problem of getting lighthouses to give more light. Little recognized in his short (1788-1827) life, Fresnel (pronounced Fray-nell) wrought an optical revolution and indirectly saved untold lives by junking the mirrors on which lighthouses had long depended, instead put the light source inside a cylindrical lens with multiple-refracting bands at top and bottom. The resulting Fresnel lens (commonly pronounced Frez-nel) still has many...
Religion & Racism Sir' In alleging that Arkansas' Presbyterian ministers advocate the practice of brother hood as a consequence of having been "brain washed by left-wingers and Communists" [TIME, Sept. 29], Governor Faubus pays the Communists an unnecessary and unmerited compliment. The Communists do seem to know more about brotherhood than Faubus does, so he could, with profit, go to school with them. But the idea of the brotherhood of all men derives rather from certain Old! Testament writers, the Stoic philosophers, or Jesus Christ of Nazareth...
Although the new-style Russian advertising is expected to be "evocative, varied and beautiful," Sovetskaya Kultura added a final cautionary nudge before Soviet admen got too carried away by brain-storming in the Madison Avenue manner: "Capitalistic advertising is noisy and offensive. It stuns a customer. And its sole aim is to get rid of the goods by any method available." As sample of the kind of "persistent, shrill" U.S. slogans Russia does not want, the editor cited what he said was a U.S. slogan, although this will be news in Atlanta: "Coca-Cola is good for your body...
...Marrowitz, Marrowitz, roared in a tumultuous crescendo inside my skull. Finally I fled into the unknown morning, vaguely seeking surceace in Sever Hall with Uzbek Studies 229. It was ghastly--so ghastly I cannot talk about it. The obscene rites that there transpired, as registered on my fear-crazed brain by my blear-hazed eyes have completed the utter rout of my resources, made me the shattered hulk you now behold, and driven me back to my couch...
...hung up and I went to bed again, but this time I could not sleep. My brain was a riot of surmise. When the phone rang, again, as of course it did in a matter of moments, a shiver of fear transfixed every inch of my body. A woman again. 'See here,' I greeeted the inevitable query. 'This must stop. I am not Marrowitz, madam, nor is this his market.' This time I hung up the phone...