Word: hinde
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...scientist can look at a cat, but few have looked with the spectacular results described in Science last week by Drs. Sam Lillard Clark and James W. Ward of Vanderbilt University. Their look threw much needed light on the relations of the cat's hind brain to the rest of its body. The front part of the brain (cerebrum) governs intelligence and will power. The rear part (cerebellum) governs action. In that region of a cat's brain the experimenters drilled several small holes into which they screwed small steel tubes. This arrangement allowed them to touch...
...minute 50 seconds after the stimulus the cat turned its head to the right and the right forefoot began lifting and appeared hypersensitive. After a short while this foot was replaced and the cat remained inactive until four and a half minutes after the stimulus, when the left hind limb began lifting and was held up. ... At five minutes 15 seconds the right hind limb began lifting...
Three years ago our tutor guilelessly slipped three cards into the hands of the attendant. Three books he wanted. In time, which we hestitate to define in its Widenerian concept, he was informed that there was no report of them. Then the Widener Beast sat up on its hind legs, smoothed its scales, and smilingly queried, "May we trace the books and send you a card?" The spider could no better entice the fly. "Please," our tutor answered. Every month now he returns to the lair with the same three cards and receives the same benign reply. But the Beast...
...Nanking, his frequently bombed capital (see p. 22). and the diary which Mme Chiang began cabling to Manhattan's Herald Tribune last week was in a different class from Mrs. Roosevelt's description of such events as how last week a baby bear reared up on its hind legs and might have scratched the side of the President's car had it not moved on (see p. 15). Excerpts from Mme Chiang...
...much I saw lying there. Deomys, a lanky rat with hind legs like springs, came bounding past in pairs, their sleek orange fur glistening in the half-light, their white bellies immaculate as snow. Bundles of purplish fur bobbed up and down amongst the water weeds, every now and then appearing on open patches of mud and sand, balanced on their pale, stilt-like supports and long, naked tails. A marsh rat (Malacomys) has much to do as darkness falls, searching out likely feeding grounds, cleaning his dense woolly coat, preening his immense whiskers, and apparently fraternizing with his kind...