Word: infantability
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Sons have frequently written books about their fathers, but fathers rarely write books about their sons. A glaring modern exception was Author A. S. M. Hutchinson, who five years ago let himself go all swimmy in print over the nursery innocence of his infant boy (The Book of Simon, TIME, Dec. 8, 1930). Last week Antony gave readers a better example of paternal pride. But Antony Knebworth will never reproach his noble author for saying fatherly things about him, because Antony is a posthumous biography. Antony was killed in an airplane crash in 1933, when...
...both, watched a man in a skullcap bring in a baby on a pillow, deposit it on the adjoining bed of Mrs. Shirley Lippman. "Mazzal Tov! Good luck!" beamed the man, rubbing his hands. "It was a fine b'rith!" Mr. Lyman took a second look at the infant on Mrs. Lippman's bed, exclaimed: "Why, that's our baby...
...Infant though it be, the science of rocketry is not confined solely to crack-brained dreams of launching a howling projectile on its way to the moon. Rockets, in fact, have passed one definite milestone: they have traveled at 700 m.p.h., faster than any other self-propelled mechanism. The moon idea grew out of the solid fact that, unlike airplanes, rockets do not need air either for support or propulsion since they are pushed along by self-generated recoil forces...
...Cohan is Calvin Miller, a rosy, chubby, bald-headed business man, retired in affluence. He loses his middleaged widow love by being too jolly a drunk and revealing the way he befriended an infant in the south of France, a female infant eighteen years of ago. This infant rapidly strides to the fore, and throws herself repeatedly about Calvin's wrinkled neck, in the most gratuitous mannor conceivable. She is alone for a while, but, seen it develops that she has a most insolent pup of a jilted flance; a hatchet-faced companion; a stern, outraged mother whose dignity...
...four-color reproductions of Old Masters. Readers flipping through an issue two months ago came upon what at first glance looked like a splendid reproduction of Raphael's famed La Belle Jardiniere, now in the Louvre. A second glance shot eyebrows high. The Virgin Mary was feeding the infant Jesus from a modern nursing bottle, while at her knee the infant St. John looked on hungrily. The whole parody was an advertisement for Nestlé's baby food. A line at the top of the page indicated that this was the first of a series of full-color...