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...comes on, it will first seem melancholy, extra affectionate, sexually excited, or uneasy and inclined to seek solitude. It is apt to gather up straw, thread, bits of wood and trash. It will lick cold objects and other animals, but not be disposed to bite. There is no dread of water at any time. "Hydro-phobia" is a misnomer. The dog will drink as long as it can, until constriction of the throat sets in. The second stage of rabies is mania or nervous excitement. The dog may jump in the air, snap at invisible objects. A peculiar, unmistakeable howling...
...Biggest & Coolest in Town, 5¢." Taxes, Federal, state, local, will probably run its price above 20c per glass. But will beer-by-the-glass return? Few brewers were sure. The distribution problem still offers the greatest conflict of public and private opinion. As deep-rooted as ever is dread of the saloon. Crusader Fred Clark holds firmly to his organization's purpose of "taking profit out of liquor distribution." Such an able Wet as Representative-elect Wadsworth of New York fears that Repeal, the ultimate goal, might be retarded by a reckless flood of beer...
...even the prospect of making 600,000 pesetas can quell the mortal dread of the sea which Escudero shares with many another gypsy (TIME, Jan. 25). For him the ocean and all water, he says, is hell. He spent his six days aboard the Aquitania this autumn lying in his cabin in a pair of red silk pyjamas, trembling lest he should die and be thrown overboard for fish to devour. Ashore he soon becomes the soul of assurance again. He wears grey flannel shirts for formal and informal occasions, usually with a tie he has crocheted himself. But last...
...silhouets many a crude indigenous growth, England's politely setting sun bathes her literary garden in a relatively classic glow. English readers dislike and distrust such experimenters as James Joyce and David Herbert Lawrence. And many a U. S. reader, Tory if no longer colonial, shares the British dread of untrimmed edges, prefers the clipped formality of more traditional writers. For such tastes Authoresses Rosamond Lehmann, Margaret Kennedy and Victoria Sackville-West (see cols. 2 & 3) offer fine nosegays...
Whenever trouble brewed in ancient Rome, messengers sped south to the Cumaean Rock, a many-chambered volcanic promontory twelve miles west of Naples. Therein, "hidden far from sight within her sanctuary dark and drear, dwelt the dread Sibyl, whom the Delian seer inspired with soul and wisdom to unfold the things to come"* Complaisant with the Romans' plea the Sibyl would shuffle inscribed leaves, deal them upon her grotto floor, to be construed there by her votaries...