Word: erects
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Yogins have eight different ways of breathing. Most effective posture for breathing is the lotus. One sits crosslegged, spine and head erect, hands crossed palm-upward on the lap, eyes focused either at the tip or the root of the nose. Expert yogins hold their breath four times as long as it takes them to inhale, and take the equivalent of two inhalation periods to exhale. Thus their breathing ratio is 1:4:2. They inhale once every two minutes. Beginners, advises Dr. Behanan, had better use at 1:2:2 rhythm, to prevent dizziness and anoxemia...
...burning question is where the money necessary to erect a Harvard rink could come from. That is what the committee appointed last night will endeavor to determine...
...expert and talkative guide and his wife cooked such bounteous dinners of venison, flapjacks and trout that the lodge grew into an immense rambling structure with 216 rooms. It had such guests as Phineas Taylor Barnum, Mark Twain, Grover Cleveland, Edward H. Harriman. When Paul Smith, an alert, erect oldster of 87 with snowy hair, a Vandyke beard and broad-brimmed hat, died in 1912 he left his three sons the largest estate in Franklin County...
...best, least fatiguing posture and movement those unit masses of flesh and bone, she reasons, should counter-balance so that the body's centre of gravity lies in the sacrum (base of the spine). When the human animal stands properly erect, an imaginary line should cut the nose, chin, breastbone and crotch. Another imaginary line should drop from the mastoid, in front of the shoulder joint, through the elbow and little finger (palm turned to the rear), side of knee and ankle. This is achieved by standing with feet together, shoulders held back, abdomen tucked in, buttocks clenched...
Boys. When a special bus bumped into Ripon, Wis. one afternoon last week, 20 world-famous little boys got out of it. Though they had traveled 300 wet, slippery miles from South Bend, Ind., the Wiener Sängerknaben (Singing Boys of Vienna) were erect and lively as they marched into their hotel. There they stripped to the waist, scrubbed their faces, brushed their teeth, composed themselves for a short nap. That night they made the little college town gasp at their sweet voices and expert phrasing. Students, teachers and farmers from 100 miles around listened reverently to da Vittoria...