Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...professorship at Columbia. Said he: "There has been no personal quarrel between President Hutchins and me. . . . Dr. Hutchins and I have simply not seen eye to eye on educational policy. ... I expect to find a more congenial atmosphere at Columbia." The shocked Chicago faculty promptly adopted a resolution of "deep regret." President Hutchins, who never has mentioned his chief opponent in public, permitted himself no word of regret, no gloat...
...lonosphere Observatory of the University, after a four-year shutdown, has resumed its radio investigations of the little-understood deep blankets of atomic particles which surround the earth's atmosphere a hundred or so miles from the ground, and which enable long-distance wireless communication...
...naked Tritons, Commissioner Hubert Hoeflinger, onetime tailor, suggested trousers. Finally the Star-Times took a poll of public opinion, found plenty of people who agreed with the two indignant commissioners about "art" which had no fully-dressed pioneers or Indians in it, only some foreign-looking nudes and inappropriate deep-sea fishes...
...walls of most of the throat, of the windpipe and its branches (bronchi and bronchioles) are covered with fine, threadlike filaments called cilia, which continually move, waving their tips with an upward motion. When bismuth powders or pulverized lead glass were blown deep into the lungs of anesthetized cats, Dr. Barclay and his associates found that the dust in dry form remained in the windpipe and its branches, never penetrating into the little sacs (alveoli) which absorb oxygen from the air and eliminate carbon dioxide from the blood. They could see by X-ray the foreign particles moving from...
...keep this up much longer--suffocating by inches--a fine fix for a college man. In desperation, the Vagabond takes a deep breath, flings off the covers, flails his arms wildly, skids on the rug, reverses his field beautifully, and slams the door behind him gratefully. Outside, he quiets his throbbing pulse and takes careful inventory. Unscathed. The little devil never laid a stinger on him. He finished his sleep uncomfortably on the sofa...