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...Epidemic diarrhea and vomiting of unknown cause is what Dr. Hobart Ansteth Reimann and associates of Philadelphia call widespread epidemics of the familiar 24-to-48-hour diarrhea and vomiting (commonly known as intestinal flu, gyppy tummy, the trots, molly-grables), which almost everyone has had at some time or other. Since the disorder cannot always be traced to food (TIME, June 19), the doctors think it may be a virus infection, possibly transmitted through the nose as well as the mouth...
...clock on the days mentioned below. January 24, Rev. Prentiss L. Pemberton, Baptist; January 25, Rev. Frederick B. Kellogg, Episcopalian; January 26, Rev. Cecil H. Rose, Presbyterian; January 27, Rev. Leonard G. Clough, Congregational; January 28, Rev. D. J. Fitzpatrick, Roman Catholic; January 31, Rev. Hobart F. Goewey, Methodist; February 2, Rev. Irving R. Murray, Unitarian; February 3, Rev. Edmund A. Steimle, Lutheran; February 4, Judah J. Shapiro, Hillel Foundation...
...Died. Hobart Van Zandt Bosworth, 76, pioneer cinemactor; in Glendale, Calif. Born in Marietta, Ohio, Bosworth ran off to sea at twelve, at 19 joined a stock company, soon rose to leading parts with Minnie Maddern Fiske and Julia Marlowe. Pronounced fatally tuberculous, seven years later he earned $125 for two days' work as the star of the first movie made on the Pacific Coast: a one-reeler, The Sultan's Power (1909). Three of his 500-odd subsequent films: The Big Parade, Woman of Affairs, The Miracle...
...From his Hobart College days, Pardue has set an example of muscular Christianity. In 1919, he was the A.A.U.'s Middle Western breaststroke champion. He still goes almost daily for a half-hour splash in the Buffalo Athletic Club's pool. His wife (Dorothy Klotz) won Grantland Rice's rating of third best woman golfer in the U.S. in 1928. In all his parishes he has pushed amateur athletics...
...leaned back in his rocker, his bald head resting against the white embroidered antimacassar. His shirt was open at the neck, his belt loosened, his black shoes unlaced. His grey eyes peered through the windows of his comfortable house to the shade trees on Washington's drowsy Hobart Street. Now, he thought, there would be time to dabble in the tiny home laboratory, to spade and weed the small backyard garden...