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...medicines sold over U. S. drugstore counters for the cure of arthritis. They included analgesics like aspirin, local balms like antiphlogistine, blood builders like ferric ammonium citrate. Some of their names: Joyzone Pain Analgesic, Clear Water Joint Ease, Rising Mist, Wizard Balm, U-Rub-It, Rivet Cold Breaker, Pain Knocker, Oil-O-Youth, Root-Tea-Na-Salve...
...ller, a brash ex-Army chaplain, for the job of knocking Protestant heads together, and at that job the Realmbishop has notoriously failed. Last week the Opposition Pastors set about organizing their own national Protestant Administration, hoped that Der Fülhrer may eventually accept it in preference to Knocker Müller's. In alarm the Realmbishop thundered, "I shall hold the office which the Eternal God gave me until the Eternal God recalls...
...fights. But even the kick-'im-in-the-shins "You're a liar--you're another!" blustering that have resounded in New York are harmless compared to the insidious below-the belt fighting elsewhere. The mass of voters either laugh at an open fight, or they vote against a "knocker"; but they have never read "Brutus is an honorable man" and they do not recognize subtle defamation. The winning of campaigns by such means--and examples abound--is a knock-down blow to a faith in democracy...
...trying it. However Max Baer, while helping his father in the butchering business in California, sometimes slugged cattle unconscious by punching them in the short ribs. Jack Dempsey, the late James J. Corbett and other pugilists have tried their hand at steer-knocking in the Chicago stockyards. The knocker wields a 3-lb. hammer, swings it down on the steer's skull, just above and between the eyes. The object is not to kill but to stun the animal to facilitate shackling for slaughter. It is a feat of skill rather than of strength. Neither Dempsey nor Corbett could match...
...fading autumn sunshine. A young Frenchman mounted the steps of a house in a Paris suburb and touched the knocker. His dress was one of conscious affectation, that of a dandy of the Restoration; he was eighteen years old, and his elbow was crooked around a thin manuscript. A kindly neighbor in his country home had secured for him an invitation to meet Saint-Beuve, the great literary critic, and read some poetry to him. Saint-Beuve's library was soon vibrating to the warm emotional tone with which a young man reads poetry, particularly when the poetry happens...