Word: browing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Does a high brow necessarily make its owner a highbrow? Anthropologists have long and solemnly argued the relative braininess of long-headed v. roundheaded men. Now, an anthropologist who deplores the whole argument - Dr. Franz Weidenreich of the American Museum of Natural History-contends that they have been wasting their time. In a well-documented report in the Southwestern Journal of Anthropology, he offers a convincing case against the prevailing notion that a long head (or a high brow) denotes a superior brain. Intelligence, he concludes flatly, has nothing to do with the shape of the head...
Major General Joseph M. Saving's airborne troops marched quickly down from Aparri. North to meet them pounded in fantrymen of the 37th Division, making ten to 14 miles a day. Commented the 37th's Major General Robert S. Beightler, who was later nicked lightly on the brow by a Jap shell splinter: "The Japs can't stand up to an American division on the flat. They cannot take that tremendous fire power." Two days after the jump the Cagayan Valley was U.S. territory - the 11th and 37th had met near the burning nipa huts of Alcala...
Rumor says Bill "Chewy" Shuey a Don "The Brow" Royce had a big the last Saturday at the Statler. Guess left too early, boys. Skippy Sinbe class specimen officer, brought a nine (human) specimen to Cowie last liber eve. Question is, where were "Buggy and Stan...
...days later G&246ring met the Allied press. Fifty-odd newsmen (and some visiting Mexican generals) saw him seated under a pepper tree in Augsburg, fidgeting with a pair of sky-blue gloves. The sun was hot; so were some of the questions. G&246ring sweated, constantly mopped his brow with a rumpled handkerchief. But he lost his composure only once, when a correspondent asked: "What about the Reichsmarshal's statement that if 'the Allies ever bombed Berlin, 'my name is Meyer'?" G&246ring reddened, mopped, fell silent...
...concrete portside, soldiers raced across a wooden ramp, dropped like a Roman drawbridge from the LSM's superstructure to the fort's topside. The Japs had time for only a few shots; they wounded a sailor in the neck, a soldier in the hand and nicked the brow of the task force's dashing commander, Colonel Robert H. Soule. Then, while the soldiers covered all ports, the LCM pumped 1,800 gallons of gasoline and oil into the vents; engineers packed 85 pounds of TNT in one leaky vent, 600 pounds in another...