Word: haired
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...tree near the store is proof positive that she could get none in Charlotte. "Wish by gar it had a kilt her," said John. Charlotte has its cynics. Though John has reason to be. Did she not after bearing and bearing with all the twenty children bob her hair--pour le sport. Charlotte is not so far from Deauville in all things...
...ductless (in this case also ducted) glands, carries with it hormones, messengers. In the male these are male hormones, in the female "female sex" hormones, "ovarian" hormones, and so on according to the causation view held by the research reporter. These hormones influence the secondary sex characteristics-body build, hair distribution, masculinity, femininity...
...procreative testes are cut off entirely. Nothing remains to create the sex hormones. So the individual, the eunuch, grows into a being that lacks the male secondary characteristics. Queer pads of fat develop. His hips enlarge. So too his breasts. His voice becomes a squeaky falsetto; his facial hair missing or very scant. His character is cold, emotionless, qualmless; his intelligence calculating, keen, subtle. He is not a man. He is not a woman. He is an intermediate animal...
Operation. In the operating room at Johns Hopkins Hospital two weeks ago the youth lay under anesthetic. His scalp had been shaved, scrubbed and treated with antiseptic. The room was hot. Dr. Dandy and his assistants, all in white, hair tied down out of sight and movement, masks over their mouths and noses, moved about. Their every action was smooth, definite, quiet. Instruments-scalpels, hemostats, forceps, needles, saws, chisels, mallet-bandages, medicaments lay in exact, orderly place. There was a contrivance, which the surgeon used later, for pumping air by a special process into the skull cavity to keep...
Erwin C. Conant is a well-built, middle-aged citizen of Massachusetts, having residence in a suburb of Boston. His hair is greying. He has had to adopt spectacles. He likes work and he likes peace. Lately he was called to serve on a jury that was to decide whether or not the Mayor of Chelsea, Mass., and 13 others were guilty of conspiracy to violate the national prohibition act. Unlike many citizens Mr. Conant did not wiggle out of his manifest duty. He was impaneled with eleven others, who elected him their foreman. For six weeks the trial continued...