Word: fats
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...career and physical analysis of 2,631 Harvard graduates has helped to substantiate Sheldon's theory of body-types. Sheldon suggested that varying proportions of fat content, muscle content, and body density in individuals indicate different behavior characteristics. In their recent study, Frederick Stagg, Research Fellow in Physical Anthropology, and Professor Earnest A. Hooton find that a definite relationship exists between the pattern of a man's life and his physical make...
...Preview of the War We Do Not Want." From the first shot "at exactly 1:58 p.m. G.M.T., Saturday, May 10, 1952 ... a terrible Kremlin miscalculation" (the Reds tried to assassinate Tito and occupy Yugoslavia), until the occupation of Russia ("The outcome was inevitable"), the Armageddon took a full, fat, 130-page Collier's issue. It also took a shining constellation of star writers...
Garrett's starter, no bigger than a fat suitcase, is a miniature gas turbine engine. It is started at the press of a button by its own storage battery, runs on kerosene, and has enough power to start a big jet engine in 30 seconds. It is light enough (150 Ibs.) to be carried in bombers, can be easily detached to save weight for combat missions. A smaller version ("The Baby") will be made for fighters...
...Fat Orders. He found them in the small turbines which patient Engineer Ramsaur had been perfecting since 1943. So that jet pilots could endure the heat generated by air friction at supersonic speeds, a way had to be found to cool their cockpits. Ramsaur's turbine provided the answer; by putting an engine's heat to work turning the turbine, it cooled the air by expanding it, shot the air into the cockpit. As rearmament got under way, Garrett began turning out a total of 700 accessory products. With the Navy order for the self-starter, Garrett Corp...
...about his baptism with sardonic detachment: "The cathedral was a dark place full of inferior statues. I was baptized one foggy afternoon about four o'clock. I couldn't think of any names I particularly wanted, so I kept my old name. I was alone with the fat priest; it was all very quickly and formally done, while someone at a children's service muttered in another chapel. Then we shook hands and I went off to a salmon tea." Even so, he couldn't help feeling that "I had taken up the thread of life...