Word: cupped
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Very little of Alfred Ollivant's famous story has survived this latest script writers' spree. Bob, Son of Battle, has become an incidental character who manages, much to the audience's disappointment, to win the sheep-herding cup from McAdam's Black (not Red) Wull. David Moore has been transformed into a handsome young cavelier who wins the heart of McAdam's pretty daughter (his son has also been discarded) as well as the coveted cup. At times Will Fyffe's characterization of the vicious drunkard is superlative, but at other times--notably when he hands the precious cup over...
...paradoxes which are common in atomic physics, make better bullets than fast neutrons for creating artificially radioactive substances. Having no electrical resistance to fight against, a slow neutron simply sidles up to an atom and "falls" into the nucleus-much as a slowly rolling golf ball drops into the cup whereas a faster one may roll by. Capture of a neutron makes an overweight, unstable atom which spits out particles or radiation or both. Fermi's slow neutrons have induced this kind of radioactivity in more than 40 elements...
...tennis fans were startled, however, when Prime Minister Holcombe Ward (president of the U. S. Lawn Tennis Association), Foreign Minister Walter Pate (Davis Cup captain) and the whole Amateur Tennis Cabinet, although left with inadequate defense for the Davis Cup and a potential loss of revenue thereby, publicly wished their golden boy godspeed in going over to the enemy, professional tennis. In fact, Foreign Minister Pate was host at the abdication party, invited Promoter Jack Harris formally to alienate the king in the Pate offices at No. 2 Wall Street...
Socrates smiled, then asked for the cup. "I do not think I should gain anything by drinking the poison a little later," he said. "I should be sparing and saving a life which is already gone; I could only laugh at myself for this." There was silence deep as death as the jailor brought in the poison. He could make no libation to the gods, Socrates learned; there was only just "enough...
...understand," he raised his eyes and saw the trail of the sun far in the west. Softly he spoke, "yet I may and must pray to the gods to prosper my journey to that other world--may this, then, which is my prayer be granted to me." Raising the cup to his lips, quickly he drank off the poison...