Word: feets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...north side of the building's interior will be devoted to rather large research labs. These have been designed to allow 200 square feet of space to each graduate student, a plan which Vanelli terms "a considerable improvement'" over crowded conditions of present limited lab space...
...bordello as a teen-age boy to learn the facts of life, which so flustered the sensitive lad that he flunked the course. Papa had been the iron duke, so imperious that he threatened to have his manservant buried with him when he died, "at my feet, of course." By contrast, poor Armand is such an average Jean that chauffeurs, spotting him near the Daimler, ask him whom he drives for. Can this shy, sweet and sad duke ever find Miss Right? Out of this soapy dilemma, cosmopolitan, gourmettlesome Author Ludwig Bemelmans, 59, blows yet another bubble of sentimental whimsy...
Marlboro lies far outside the cultural mainstream, in its location 15 miles from Brattleboro and 3000 feet above sea level, well into the Green Mountains. There are no theatres, opera houses or research libraries nearby. In such a location the prospective students must have an inner-directed capacity for life in the wilderness or else they will find themselves bored when the long winter sets...
...partly because its name, transliterated from Hebrew to Arabic, might well be a blurred rendering of Gibeon. Last year Pritchard began to dig (his expedition was financed by the University of Pennsylvania Museum and the Church Divinity School of the Pacific, where he teaches Biblical Hebrew). Four feet below the surface at El-Jib Pritchard found the walls of houses, then evidence of a 26-ft.-thick wall surrounding the town, and finally the rim of a pool 37 ft. across...
...revelation begins. Casals sits in a straight chair, dough-faced, tubby, so tiny that his feet no more than reach the floor. With eyes closed, and the fat fiddle hugged to his paunch, he looks more like a village baker dozing over a sack of meal than any possible kind of artist. But then he begins to play. Sudden, full, supple, the big contralto of the cello speaks. The music rushes like a river from a cave. And soon the audience may become aware of a peculiar thing. When Casals plays, it is no more possible to sort...