Word: caste
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...would have to maintain a huge armament program. (But after all, the General told himself: "Hitler ... is mortal and he'll die some day. The way to tame a rebel is to make him rich and then he becomes conservative and settles down.") The net, as the General cast it up: retention of "most of the good things of our way of life and progress as a great nation...
This half-hour mock air raid furnished the wow-at-the-finish of the Fifth Annual Police Show last week in Manhattan's Madison Square Garden. It also scared the whey out of the 50,000-odd New Yorkers who bought tickets to it. The cast consisted of more than 700 New York cops and units from the city's new corps of 100,000 air-raid wardens. Sound effects were rebroadcast British recordings of one of last September's air blitzes, described by the excited cop announcer as "the London terrible bombings...
Most sensational exhibit was also a Saarinen & Eames invention: a chair cast like a piece of sculpture, from a single piece of laminated plywood. Saarinen & Eames's new chair, carefully molded to fit the human form and cushioned with a covering of sponge-rubber, looked something like a fur-lined bedpan on stilts. But sitters found that it made up in rump-appeal what it lacked in looks...
...thousand feet up in the Andes* lives a race of men with enormous energy and cast-iron hearts. Dr. Carlos Monge of Lima, Peru last week described that race, the highest in the world, to scientists at the University of Chicago's 50th anniversary meeting (see p. 63). For his research he received an honorary degree. The thin Andes air kills weaklings. So the 12,000,000 Andes strong-hearts are the product of centuries of painful adaptation to scarcity of oxygen. In years of laboratory study. Dr. Monge found...
...women scream faint; the wear and tear on one's constitution all occurs around you, laughing apparatus, and if you faint it's because you can't take the belly-agitation. Wliat Joseph Kesserling has written from a God-sent (or Perhaps Ghoul-sent) inspiration and how a perfect cast put it across are things we can't tell you and you'll just have to see it yourself. All we know is that a couple of half-cracked but very nice old maids serve a new drink (two jiggers of elderberry wine--"we made it ourselves," a teaspoon...