Word: buttoned
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Bull Terrier. Best in the puppy class was Punch, son of Judy, a polite, muscular dog with a deep body, shoe-button eyes, and spry ears. He is owned by William E. Schratweiser...
...magpie), they eat all things they encounter. Dr. Fuchs' patient, a man, has swallowed needles, nails, knife blades, spoons, a screwdriver handle, a beer seidel handle, coins, matches, all with no apparent harm. Once he drank sulphuric acid, another time lysol. He is allowed no clothes with buttons. Last week he discovered a new source of false food, his fellow inmates. He would pounce upon an unwary victim, trip him up and, snarling, chew off every button, every fastening. Replete, he would release the poor fellow and would run, whimpering woe, to harassed Dr. Fuchs...
...method by which the pupil's attention is awakened. The child is given access to a room full of "didactic material''-scores of ingenious, practical devices which he handles and learns to use. There are pieces of cloth on racks for three-year-olds to button and unbutton, bow-knots to be tied and untied, shoe-buttoners to be handled. Infants, when let alone, learn to identify similar buttons and knots on their own clothing, are thus taught to dress themselves...
...under the Montessori methods are the grandchildren of Alexander Graham Bell: Lilian Waters, Alexander Graham Bell, and Elsie Alexandra Carolyn, children of Editor Gilbert Hovey Grosvenor; Alexander Graham Bell, Barbara, and Nancy Bell, children of Botanist David Grandison Fairchild. In the Hollywood school, chubby Douglas Fairbanks Jr. learned to button shoes, fit blocks, scrape the second fiddle. The Dottoressa never married but her adopted son Mario is a finished product of the system. He is now 31 years old, married to Helen Christie of Cleveland, who teaches at the Opera Montessori...
...paintings which hung at the Grand Central last week was Mourning Her Brave: the figure of a squaw, standing in snow at the edge of a cliff. Birds circle in the grey sky over her head, the snow stretches upward behind her over rocks, she raises her wide shoe-button eyes into a sky that is empty of all things except snow...