Word: celling
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...light will be caught by a photo-electric cell and transmitted over the wires to Chicago where the impulses will throw four switches set in series...
Last fortnight in a furnace-like jail cell at Poona, the little human lemur who is India's greatest figure, the Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, slowly sipped a glass of fruit juice. Half an hour later, on scheduled time, he began a one-man war of inaction: a three-week fast to protest India's stigma on Untouchables. The first day he drank a good deal of water, mixed with salt and soda. That night the British Government released him from Yerovda Jail, his home since January 1932. Still sprightly, he stepped into an automobile at the jail...
...jail cell in Poona last week squatted India's most famous man, the wizened little brown man with the big-eared, big-eyed face of a bespectacled lemur: the Mahatma Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi. For four months he had been out of the news, drinking goat's milk, spinning cotton on his charkha, brooding as ever on the woes of India's Pariah Untouchables. Inside the bare parched skull "a tempest was raging." Finally, "the voice became insistent and said, 'Why don't you do it?' I resisted but in vain.'' Last week...
Sitting in his cell, fasting is Gandhi's only tool but it is potent. Last September a six-day fast nearly killed him but forced a settlement between the caste Hindus and the Untouchables, which was accepted in principle by the British Government (TIME, Oct. 3). In December a 36-hour fast got another prisoner, a high-caste Brahmin, the right to do Untouchables' work as penance. For his new fast, he asked for the world's prayers, commanded that he be let alone in his cell...
...patiently waited in the sumptuous laboratory. Why the nurses and docses and doctors were peering through glass covered interstices into an immense box in the middle of the room the Vagabond furtively inquired. A mass of almond hair whispered that they were waiting for the reaction. Within the cubic cell were two poles placed upright and a sobbing boy sitting on the floor. The muscles of his cheeks contracted and relaxed spasmodically; his legs twitched. Dequuro, the god who warned the people of Ponguelano, on more serious occasions, had purposely neglected the sick and the healers until the last moment...