Word: chaining
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...last week's zoo cover story, it seems safe to say that they had the time of their lives on this hot weather assignment. As one correspondent put it: "It was really refreshing to cover a story like this. No speeches; no fussing with the technicalities of chain reaction; no political talk about Russia or Harry Truman or John Bricker. Just people looking at animals and birds, and vice versa...
...keeper nodded. Photographer Darby finally wrapped two lengths of Henry's chain around his neck and escaped, somewhat shaken. By & large, our correspondents had a quieter time of it. Some went alone to browse and gape; others took the opportunity to give their youngsters an outing. One, who spent a lively afternoon keeping his young son out of crocodile pits and away from bears' paws, found that he had to go back the next day to see for himself what the zoo was really like. The pair who bore the brunt of the cover story were James Bell...
...issue of TIME our Science Editor wrote a two-column story about a new ultrasonic gadget which could generate "silent" sounds powerful enough to set paper afire, audible sounds loud enough to paralyze strong men. It set up a chain reaction among our readers that is still snapping and crackling around these offices...
With other ex-Piggly Wigglers, Crouch scraped together $40,000 and bought six Saunders stores on the San Francisco Peninsula. By 1940, the chain had 21 links and an annual gross of $4,708,000. This year, with 30 stores, Lucky expects to gross $28 million...
...hours), "suppose yourself established in any honorable occupation. From the manufactory or counting-house . . . you return at evening . . . with the very countenances of your wife and children brightened. . . . Then . . . you retire into your study [where] your writing-desk with its blank paper and . . . other implements will appear as a chain of flowers." So Author Read obediently took a job in the Treasury-and quickly discovered that "dear Coleridge" had been talking through his hat. Nonetheless, every night for years Read fought his tired brain, turned out poems and essays. Finally, he found a more congenial job as a curator...