Word: fingerer
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...rotation by the same faculty that teaches the more advanced ones, each professor teaching some one of the primary courses each year in addition to his specialty. For the faculty, this is highly desirable, as it forces each professor to keep the elements of his science at his finger tips. For students interested in mathematics as an instrument and not as an end, the digressions of such specialists as Professor Stone, seem superfluous and distracting. What these men desire primarily is to be presented with the origins and uses of the mathematical forms they will want to put into practical...
Thoroughly tired of his company's continuing to be to the Bolivian Government what the Jews are to Hitler and the Trotskyites are to Stalin, an unnamed Standard Oil official at New York last week exploded: "Preposterous, utter, sheer nonsense! We would not raise a finger or lift a telephone receiver to stir up trouble in Bolivia." Meantime, with the Bolivian press crackling away at the yanqis, President Toro quietly transferred Standard Oil's confiscated refineries to the Government-owned Yacimientos Petroleros Fiscales, prepared to give them a new whirl...
...died last month at the age of 90 (TIME, April 12). One of the Lincoln family's few precious objects which had not already been given to the Government was the Healy portrait of Lincoln, which showed him, nearly lifesize, seated with legs crossed, one finger along his cheek, the other hand clutching the chair arm. Robert Todd Lincoln, who became Secretary of War, Minister to the Court of St. James and president of Pullman Co., thought this the best likeness of his father ever painted. In her will, Mrs. Lincoln provided that the picture should remain in possession...
First they tried squirting water down a Telephone Company manhole, the hose wouldn't reach to their own, then one of the boys tried putting his finger over the end. Wheeeeee! You should have seen the water fly. But all good things must end and finally the engine broke and everyone went home...
...strife for boxcar space, a useless march, a grudge at troopers and gunners and wagoneers, a surfeit of hills and towns and faces and sunshine and rain of the Cumberland Valley. It was too many men and too few women, it was homesickness and yet wanderlust, and a cut finger which was slow to heal...