Word: haire
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Cockiness for Caution. Congress' who-cares sentiment toward Ike-the-domestic-leader blossomed during the "hair-curling" Humphrey flap and the budget fight last February, as the White House delayed overlong in taking a firm stand for Administration policies (TIME, April 22). The House, including many a Republican outside the party's Old Guard, happily zeroed in on one of Eisenhower's favorite projects, the U.S. Information Agency, sliced its budget by half. The Senate crippled the Administration farm program (but rallied remarkably when Ike stood and fought for foreign...
...cuts a hole in the shell and exposes the embryo, which in fresh-laid eggs is about as big as the head of a pin. Even at this early stage he knows what parts will develop into the head, wings or legs. By damaging the proper cells with a hair-thin beam of X rays, he can make the chick into a Cyclops. He can prevent wings from growing, or he can make the legs fuse together into a kind of tail...
...poison or polio. But a bright young resident physician, hearing Myrna's parents describe how the paralysis had crept up to her head, remarked: "It sounds like tick paralysis, so be sure to look for a tick." Attendants found an engorged tick embedded in Myrna's hair,, its head deep in her scalp. A doctor sprayed the area with ethyl chloride, which froze the tick so that it could not burrow deeper (as ticks do when disturbed), worked it out with a pair of tweezers, taking care not to break off the head. Within little more than...
...feminine face needs leafage," Colette used to say, and regardless of fashion, she wore her hair pulled down over her forehead. Hundreds of photographers presented her to the world masked by her "leafage"-until one day, on her 80th birthday, Vogue's Irving Penn took "a staggering photograph" that left France's greatest authoress "exposed before posterity" (see cut). As if really seeing her for the first time, Colette's husband, Maurice Goudeket, marveled at what lay beneath the leafage-"a huge, domed forehead, like Beethoven's . . . bare, vast, significant, the forehead of a genius...
...leaves, chewed them, licked the poisonous berries and the deadly mushrooms . . . attracted bees and wasps, letting them alight on her hands and scratching their backs. 'They like that,' " she said. "Like a bacchante after libations," she would stumble along, "nose and . . . forehead covered with yellow pollen, her hair in disorder and full of twigs, a bump here and a scratch there...