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Modern Heel. The dexterity with which prometheus killed indicates, says Dr. Dart, that he possessed a heel much like modern man's. While an ape can squeeze and crush, it takes a heel-furnished man to "rotate the whole body around stabilized feet and therewith dance a jig, plant a fist in a face, throw an opponent in wrestling or hurl a projectile with accuracy." Prometheus was capable of doing all these things, and his dexterity enabled him to fashion crude stone tools with a cutting edge to slice up his victims after he killed them. Strangely, he often...
After serving as host at a heaping Thanksgiving dinner for elderly folks, Boston's unpompous Archbishop Richard J. Cushing shifted into high, merrily danced an Irish jig with two robustious ewes of his diocesan flock...
Harl Cook looks at life cheerfully. He is the son of George Cram "Jig" Cook, founder of the Provincetown Playhouse and inspirer of Eugene O'Neill when the playwright's work was first produced on the Cape in 1916. The elder Cook, writes O'Neill, was "always enthusiastic, vital, impatient with everything that smacked of falsity--he represented the spirit of revolt." Cook fils is also something of a rebel. When Cook pere died, a legacy to Harl provided for a Harvard education. About 1930, Harl came to Harvard--for three days--and then packed off with his inherited loot...
...Mount Stromlo Observatory has an excellent potential, but several of its instruments are not operative, and Bok calls it "an incomplete jig-saw puzzle, one that one feels should not be difficult to put right." Mount Stromlo uses optical, not radio telescopes, and while Bok will be cooperating with the Sydney Radiophysics Laboratory, he will generally be giving up his radio work, which, incidentally, has emphasized the co-ordination of optical and radio techniques for astrophysical research...
...trusted. Chapman walked into Truman's suite, saw Sam Rosenman sitting there, dug an elbow deep in Rosenman's heavily larded ribs, and snapped: "Get out of here, Sam. I want to talk to the President." But by the time Chapman left, he knew Stevenson's jig was up as far as Truman was concerned...