Word: clothespins
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...Washington monument has vanished. In place of its tapering obelisk, a pair of colossal scissors, several hundred feet high, slowly opens during the day and shuts during the night. In Chicago, a clothespin stands where the Tribune Tower once was. In London, Nelson's Column has been replaced by a giant gearshift, which twitches and gyrates erratically through its patterns, scaring the pigeons away from Trafalgar Square forevermore. Have we all been colonized by the Brobdingnagians? Not quite. Claes Oldenburg is at work, and an exhibition of his imaginary monsters, entitled Object into Monument, is now touring...
Math Cookery. The son of a clothespin manufacturer, Begle graduated from the University of Michigan ('36), took his doctorate at Princeton in topology (thesis title: "Locally Connected Spaces and Generalized Manifolds"), began teaching at Yale in 1942. As secretary of the American Mathematical Society, Begle was in a key spot when Sputnik-stirred mathematicians began to worry about U.S. high schools. They were shocked at "cook book" courses stuffed with unrelated rules, appalled at teachers who themselves hated math. With grants ($4,000,000 so far) from the National Science Foundation, Begle organized top mathematicians and teaching experts into...
...islands between a bay and a lagoon. Its sights are blue-bricked streets, ancient masonry, white skyscrapers, rain-dappled, flamboyant trees, traffic jams of Fords, Chevies, Opels, Consuls, Taunuses and Vespa scooters. In the old city, hand-printed poems of amor on sale at 25? flutter from a clothespin in a dowdy doorway next to a modern furniture store whose neon sign shouts: "Use Nuestro Layaway Plan." But San Juan also has festering El Fanguito and neighboring swampland slums of stilted crackerbox shanties, partly cleared but still the home...
...unobtainable in near-bankrupt Austria, so visiting analysts smuggled them in. Though he knew that his jaw cancer might have been caused by smoking, Freud would not quit on that account. With his shrunken tissues and "the monster" interfering, he sometimes had to pry his mouth open with a clothespin to get the cigar in. Even so, he enjoyed up to four a day. At one time, when he had heart trouble marked by anginal pain, he quit smoking and boasted of this "act of autotomy," but he stuck it out only 23 days. Disciple Sandor Ferenczi, a Hungarian analyst...
...object suspiciously. Its face looked like something that had crawled up through the collar and died. On top of it, as though to keep the flies off, sat a filthy felt skimmer the shape of a garbage-can lid. The soup-stained Ascot tie was asserted by a simple clothespin. The black serge suit was sizes too small and green with experience. The slap shoes were as big as cantaloupe crates...