Word: decay
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...their ligaments. How were the bodies preserved? The experts disagreed. Some attributed the mummification to the climate, others to some unknown process of embalming, probably of Moorish or perhaps even Egyptian origin. The nuns had a simpler explanation. Said Sister Blanca: "They were all saints. Their bodies could not decay...
...Hollywood, the drinking of bottled water has become a mark of class; only such lowlifes as $1,000-a-week writers drink tap water. Theodora thought that she would have something special with her water from Hereford, where tooth decay is almost unknown, supposedly because of fluorine in the water (TIME, Nov. 10, 1941). She sewed up commercial rights with the town of Hereford ("For all the water we'll ever need"), and leased a 10,000-gallon railway tank car to haul the water to Hollywood at $1,100 a trip...
Twenty years ago, Leland Olds, like many another New Dealer, had some radical notions about capitalism. As a reporter for a labor news syndicate, he once wrote: ". . . Capitalism in the United States is rapidly passing into the stage which has marked the decay of many earlier social orders . . . The owners exist only [as] a privileged class of parasites whose idleness and dissipation become an increasing stench in the nostrils of the people...
...longest-term resident was Professor George Herbert Palmer, whence the second half of the building's name. Palmer, a well-known classical scholar who claimed genially that he "existed on the decay of Greece," lived there from 1894 until 1933. On his initiative, the astronomer's "caboose" was finally taken off the roof and some of the interior remodelled. Dean Gummere used the building for a few years before the war, and after Pearl Harbor, when the Navy moved into President Conant's house, President Conant moved into the Dana Palmer house. He moved out just before it migrated across...
What it does spell out with plodding insistence is a wildly improbable blueprint of a Communist Party cell which for sheer indiscretion and moral decay would surprise even the FBI. Fashioned in the image of Hollywood gangsters, the hard core of the cell includes a couple of strong-arm goons who stand guard over the indoctrination classes, a party scout who looks like a prosperous bookie, and a bigtime commissar who welcomes nonparty members into the secret sessions of his local politburo...