Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...mail and official-looking reports. Occasionally he would go inside, make long telephone calls. He had a portable radio which he tuned to catch all news reports, and he carried it with him when he went to the beach at n :30. There he stood for 15 minutes, knee-deep on the hissing shingle. After his circulation was thus methodically aroused, he plunged in, swam past the breakers, churned up & down parallel to the beach for 45 minutes, ably swimming side stroke, breast stroke, Australian crawl. Then he went to lunch (fruit only) at the moderately swank Dunes Club, then...
...Anatomist Edward Allen Edwards of Harvard and Physicist Seibert Quimby Duntley of Massachusetts Institute of Technology, these theories were only skin-deep. Instead of the naked eye they used a spectrophotometer, a photoelectric device which analyzes skin color by measuring its capacity to reflect light at each separate wave length of the spectrum. Painstakingly they analyzed the entire skin surface of three white men, three white women, a Japanese, a Hindu, a Negro and a mulatto. Last week in one of the most thorough analyses of skin color ever published, Drs. Edwards and Duntley announced: 1) two pigments hitherto unknown...
Meat for cartoonists and jokesmiths is the golfer who killed his caddy. But last week at Philadelphia's Huntingdon Valley Country Club, the thing actually happened. James B. McFarland III cut his drive at the fifth tee into deep rough. He swished his club angrily. It slipped from his hand, smote Caddy John Klemming, 35, in the temple. Klemming died before sundown. "I hope," said James B. McFarland III, "my experience will be a lesson to angry golfers...
There are only two things to do when a forest fire gets out of hand: run for your life or dig in. In the Dutch Canyon region, Brothers George, Cliff and Art Kittleson and an employe called Smoky saved their lives by scooping a deep hole, burying themselves all but their faces, lying there for seven hours while the holocaust passed over...
...swung out in a brace of difficult Lieder, ceremonious Koussevitzky threw up his hands, cried: "A native Flagstad!" Next day, at a private picnic given by Koussevitzky to the members of the orchestra and a few hand-picked critics and musicians, Soprano Maynor, perfectly poised, warbled faultless coloratura, crooned deep Lieder, went to town on a Wagnerian Ho-yo-to-ho. The gilt-edged professional audience marveled at her versatility and easy form, found her rich voice one of the finest in a generation...