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Socially, Hanover is strictly a weekend town. There just aren't any women around. Girls begin to filter into waiting Dartmouth arms some time Friday evening, and by Sunday night most of the arms are empty again. In between there is plenty of liquor and plenty...

Author: By Paul Sack, | Title: Dartmouth Men Live Sociable, Woodsy Life Undergrads Learn Poise in Liquory, Girl-Soaked Weekends | 10/25/1947 | See Source »

...come back for a visit, he insists on snapping their pictures and putting the pictures in his already cluttered study. His dinners, embellished with gleaming silver from three huge chests and the best of wines, are famous. Over such a dinner, paunchy W.T.S. Stallybrass, with a puff on his filter-tip cigaret, likes to repeat the words of one of his predecessors: "It's a good thing to keep all old traditions-especially the bad ones...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Oxford's Stallybrass | 10/13/1947 | See Source »

Whoosh! In Vlaardingen, Holland, a chemical worker snitched a likely looking piece of filter cloth (which happened to contain a good deal of guncotton), made himself a pair of pants, then rashly struck a match on them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Aug. 11, 1947 | 8/11/1947 | See Source »

Around the Filter. For a long time, Dr. Stern worried over a basic medical problem: why is it that certain medicines and serums injected into the blood stream do not get through to the brain nerve centers? Intravenous injections of anti-tetanus serum, for example, fail to check tetanus once the poison gets into the central nervous system. Dr. Stern decided that there must be a barrier (a filtering membrane), developed to protect the nerves and spinal fluid from harmful substances and most germs. She called this block the "hematoencephalic barrier...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Lina & the Brain | 3/3/1947 | See Source »

High (11,500 ft.) in the Rockies near Climax, Colo., Dr. Roberts watches the sun through the thin, clean air and through Harvard's coronagraph, with its birefringent filter. He finds the sight a perpetual three-ring circus. From the dazzling surface of the sun (well screened by his gadgets), enormous gaseous solar "prominences" leap in graceful arcs at several hundred miles per second, driven by unknown forces (see cut). Little "spicules" (big enough to be seen at least 93 million miles away) jab up and fall back in four minutes. The ghostly corona waxes and wanes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Artificial Eclipses | 11/18/1946 | See Source »

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