Word: feedings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...gregarious animal--that means he was intended to feed in company and not in isolation or among a horde of strangers, gulping down his coffee and sandwiches. Since Memorial Hall was discontinued with its big common dining-room and club tables for friends, the habit of snatching meals at odd hours during the day has afficted the upperclassmen...
Viscount Edward Grey of Fallodon: "I have written another book, this time not on war* but on birds, beasts, flowers. I wrote about my sanctuary for waterfowl. Said I: 'There is a sort of romance in having naturally shy birds, perfectly free and unpinioned, coming ... to feed with perfect confidence out of my hand. . . .' Then I wrote of the late Theodore Roosevelt, how once he and I spent 20 hours studying bird song in the wilds of Hampshire. Said I: '. . . [Roosevelt] had a real feeling and taste for bird song...
...regulation motors made at my factory, on sweepings from a grain elevator. Dust particles suspended in air will oxidize with explosion rapidity just as gas particles do. The experimenters had replaced the carburetor of their Ford motor with an arrangement of valves, pipes and a small fan, feeding the grain-dust by hand. Ignition was by spark plugs as usual, the electric current being controlled slightly differently from our way. The explosions were 'ready and frequent.' Beginnings along this line of dust fuel for combustion engines were demonstrated at last year's Chemical Industries Exposition in Manhattan...
...defends her cubs. . . . An Indian child and crone slay a swimming moose with a hand-ax. . . . A cunning wolf robs fishnets. . . . An Indian tries to sell his frozen baby as dogfood. ... A pickerel attacks a gull. ... A starving fisher outwits a porcupine. . . . An old man enters a shed to feed 18 unchained lynxes. . . . An Indian lad fills his dead father's post piloting the steamboat down a snaggle-bouldered Alaskan river...
Wrathful, gimlet-eyed, the warden rose in his might, furiously waved a prison menu,* sent down word they need expect no leniency, added that they would "find the mules pretty tough eating; and, anyhow, it is cheaper to buy more mules than to feed the mutineers...