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...should only be 4,000 alive, after three days only four, and after nine days only a single active particle in a ton. If things did not work this way in practice. Dr. Salk argued, it must be because of ''fractional inactivation." This might result from the clumping of virus particles (leaving a broth that was not homogenized). In this way, virus particles could survive the formaldehyde bath if they were in the middle of a clump and protected by dead brethren...
...testimonial has a powerful influence on the public. For example, a current dustcloth advertisement offers recommendations, in part, from two playwrights wives, two female television personalities, and the wife of a Vermont senator. Such testimonials entice buyers: admen don't spend funds for nothing. Just why praise from this clump of wives should be the gospel of the casual dustcloth-needing shopper I do not know. Nor do I know why the testimonial of a physicist, even a Nobel Prize physicist, on juridical subjects deserves news column space. The comparison may seem ludicrous, but accepting one is as sensible...
...relishes rough going, Sather the artist is curiously gentle. He portrays the half-hidden things of nature-a fish in a clump of water weeds, a frog squatting in shadow. He draws clearly and delicately, in a style that seems more Chinese than European. His is not the sort of art to startle the world into acceptance, yet it may well grow to command great respect. He is only 37, and wholly dedicated...
...northern India's state of Uttar Pradesh last week, Moslem trappers working in teams of four set out their nets before dawn. While three hid, one man walked to a clump .of trees. Loudly he called "Ao! ao! ao!" (Come! come! come!), and began to scatter grain. Rhesus monkeys scrambled down and followed his grain trail. When the monkeys got to the grain in the trap, a hidden operator pulled a cord and meshed them in the netting, an average dozen at a time...
...single iron-roofed room, the doctors, nurses and native helpers of his hospital at Lambaréné gathered to sing hymns, then came in to offer their good wishes and presents. At the birthday breakfast, the dining-room table was gay with sprays of leek and fennel, a clump of eggplants, a few cabbage leaves-for Doctor Schweitzer does not approve of cutting flowers, or killing anything that is not needed for food. Later in the day, the patients brought their presents: a handful of nuts, a newly laid egg, a piece of fruit...