Word: decays
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...more than 800 bodies had been buried or accounted for. But there could be no more burials. Managua was beginning to smell. The patrols searching for bodies now carried cans of kerosene which they poured on corpses where found. The smell of cremation now mingled with the smell of decay...
...thoroughgoing study on "the hazard of explosion of anesthetics." The report noted that "the perfect form of anesthesia, free from all dangers, has not yet been discovered." And: "The chief hazards . . . that have to be compared are fatal failure of respiration, syncope [serious fainting] and collapse, postanesthetic necrosis [decay] of the liver (chiefly from chloroform), post-operative pneumonia, persistent hiccup, flares and fires from ether, the bursting of cylinders containing any gas under pressure, and particularly cylinders of oxygen or nitrous oxide if the valve is oiled, and, finally, explosions in anesthetic apparatus in which ethylene or ether is administered...
...writer in the February Harper's is of the opinion that many prominent doctors are alive to a critical weakening in the Medical Conscience. The causes of this social decay undoubtedly hark back to the bulk of improper material accepted by American Medical Schools and Colleges...
...trough of a moral as well as of a business depression, not that there is any connection between them. The high moral fervor of the war period has been followed, very naturally by a cynical reaction. The evidences abound on all sides. What Agnes Repplier called the decay of reticence, and what others call by a harsher name, indicates a general breaking down of standards. The way students steal books from college libraries is another evidence of a general moral slump. These evidences cannot be entirely dissociated from political corruption, unscrupulous business methods, racketeering, and general lawlessness. When there...
September smelts its autumnal ore in skies of glowing gold. The cicada shrills, a drowsy not steals into the crickets' chime, elm leaves rust toward the pensive melancholy of their yellowing. Such rites of the year's decay are reminders of the academic year's renewal. It is time to go back to school, and this week six hundred lucky Harvard undergraduates, having returned to their studies, live in two of the most stately new schoolhouses over built in America, houses so beautiful one would think that after having once lived in them the rest of life would be exile...