Word: dogged
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Sydney, Australia, where hospital inmates were kept awake at night by barking dogs, the dogs were silenced by severing their vocal chords. One E. G. Pryce, returning from Russia, declared that Soviet scientists have bred a barkless dog by crossing a Siberian wolfhound with an Australian dingo...
...Comes a reform governor who cracks down on the underworld, and in self-defense the gangster suddenly reveals that Tom is his son, and that Tom's mother, believing him dead, is now the wife of the governor. Father and son square off, and Tom shoots down the dirty dog. Tom allows himself to be led to the gallows, refusing to tell the truth about his quarrel with the gangster lest his mother be disgraced. Fate, or rather the script, intervenes just in time, and Tom and Francis fall into each others arms...
Scientists have induced a sort of frozen trance in chickens, rabbits, partridges and sea lions by suddenly forcing them into unnatural positions. Many a hunter has watched bird-dog trainers tuck a pigeon's head under its wing, plant it for the dogs to find. Dr. Thoma now believes that this state is probably not hypnosis at all. but a form of cataplexy (fear-rigidity). When he tried such crude tactics on chimpanzees in London. Vienna. Berlin and South America, the apes simply got up from their unnatural positions with an air of patient boredom. He then concluded that...
...Loan & Trust Co., and Bank of Manhattan buildings. River side Church, Lincoln Hospital. He is a member of the International Association of Bridge, Structural & Ornamental Iron Workers, Local No. 40. He and his German wife have two young sons. He likes to talk about steelwork, his sons, his dog. He is boisterous, friendly, stubborn, generous. In Iron Men he shinnies up a vertical girder, using only his hands and his knees. During rehearsals he put in two or three-days' work on Fordham Hospital's new morgue building to keep his hand...
Last Good Friday night Elizabeth Smith, 18, thick-waisted daughter of a strict Bronx family, stayed up with the family until around midnight. Early next morning, looking slimmer and paler than she had for some months, Elizabeth Smith took the family dog for a customary walk. Later that Saturday the Smith neighborhood was in an uproar of police car sirens, screeching housewives, giggling boys and girls. In the airshaft of the tenement next door to the Smiths', a newborn baby boy had been found dead, apparently dropped from the roof. Easter Sunday, detectives asked childish Elizabeth Smith...