Word: braining
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...squad's lack of condition and the hindrance of having to practice in Briggs Cage will probably prevent the new brain staff from working the boys very hard until the time comes to move outside, probably the first day or so after vacation...
Friends, there is only one course to pursue: boycott the non-squeakers until they're moved back to where they belong. Shall a more handful of scheming brain-workers hold all the rest of us at bay? Are we any more inured to squeaks than they are? No, this thing must be nipped in the bud before we find Housemasters stealing everyone's furniture for their own apartments! The Vagabond proposes to wave this dirty linen from every housetop in Cambridge until the overweening outrage is set aright and men can again study in Widener with some degree of dignity...
...TIME, Feb. 25, all credit to Giant Eastman Kodak. But when the mouse outstrips the lion, isn't it TIME-worthy? In 1934 Universal, with its novel Univex, brain child of O. W. Githens and J. J. Shapiro, made and sold more cameras than any other manufacturer in the world, Eastman included. With its new super-lightweight folding vest pocket camera, made of aluminum and with "airflow lines" and retailing for an even dollar, Universal is set to produce 50,000 cameras a day this year...
...John Tyndall, walking home beside a swamp, looking at crayfish, reflected as he walked along, 'If I should fall into the swamp, John Tyndall would become part of the brain of a crayfish, whereas if I took a few of the fish home and ate them, they would become part of the brain of John Tyndall...
...psalm, but in essence it is a U. S. voice. Author Wolfe's whole theme: "Why is it we have crossed the stormy seas so many times alone, lain in a thousand alien rooms at night hearing the sounds of time, dark time, and thought until heart, brain, flesh and spirit were sick and weary with the thought of it; 'Where shall I go now? What shall I do?'. . . We are so lost, so lonely, so forsaken in America: immense and savage skies bend over us, and we have no door...