Word: irone
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Born in 1840 in Paris, Claude Monet was the dean of the Impressionists. He outlived all of them, thanks to his iron physique, died at the age of 86, a magnificent old gentleman with a silky white beard...
Both these men used the same method of glass blowing, the method used by the early Egyptians, the Romans, and employed even today, in making all good glassware. The glass is made of silica, which is melted in a hot furnace. When it is molten, a hollow iron tube is dipped into it, a globule drawn out and then blown to the proper size. A mold is used to give it the desired shape or else sticks dipped into water may be used to press it into shape...
Schenectady. At General Electric Co.'s research headquarters, slick-haired Researcher W. E. Ruder showed the junketeers a small permanent magnet made of a new iron alloy containing aluminum, nickel and cobalt, hence called "Alnico." This stuff is so powerfully magnetic that it lifts 60 times its own weight, as was demonstrated when a 55-lb. radio cabinet swung from an Alnico disk of less than a pound. Alnico is being groomed to displace small electromagnets in motors, transformers and loudspeakers, lowering cost and simplifying construction...
...Vagabond lay in his four-poster trying to rationalize himself to sleep. But no. No sooner had the iron tongues silenced and a stillness, of death ran over the Tower than a shuffling noise, like the unsteady steps of an old man, came from the narrow corridor. The door groaned on its hinges and: "Knowest thou the mystery of the moon...
...Prime Minister David Lloyd George thought highly enough of Arthur Henderson, onetime iron-molder, onetime Salvation Army soldier, to send him to Russia with amazing credentials which superseded for the duration of his stay the authority of King George's Ambassador. On the afternoon of "Uncle Arthur's" death last week, Mr. Lloyd George chanced to be making an election speech which might well serve as Mr. Henderson's ironic epitaph...