Word: doctorate
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...frenzy of rage who cares neither what he says nor who hears him, the Soviet state howled its fury at defenseless, white-haired Novelist Boris Pasternak. Pasternak himself, after first telegraphing his joyful acceptance, seven days later refused the Nobel Prize awarded his poems and his novel, Doctor Zhivago: "In view of the meaning given to this honor in the society to which I belong, I should abstain from the undeserved prize . . . Do not meet my refusal with ill will." Still the screaming invective poured out, and the U.S.S.R. spilled it across the world without shame...
...entombed men, both sides shouting happy obscenities. A burr-tongued Scotsman yelled through the pipe, got the reply: "Take the marbles out of your mouth and talk English." The rescue team shoved a copper tube through the steel pipe, poured in water, hot coffee, then soup, while a mine doctor shouted instructions to take one swallow, count 500, take another...
...wrote to the advertiser (the Radioactivity Center of M.I.T.) and told his story. About 30 years ago he was working as a salesman, playing the guitar for relaxation. When he began to feel run down, a friend suggested a radium tonic to pep him up. His doctor saw nothing against it-for these were the days when many medical men were playing fast and loose with radium preparations, knowing and recking nothing of the dangers.* The salesman dropped in at the plant in East Orange, NJ. where Radithor was made, horse-traded his guitar for four cases (25 bottles...
Emeritus Professor Homer Greg was eighty-five, and so far as he or his doctor could tell, he might live to be one hundred and five. He was the despair of the business manager of the University, who month after month for twenty years, had mailed him a retirement check. The business manager himself was sixty-four, and, although he never allowed himself to say so, his having to make out checks for Professor Greg was a piece of unfinished business that he would like to see settled before he himself retired. The gray-haired woman who stamped the cards...
...Doctor Zhivago, Pasternak...