Word: lifeblood
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...whispers and the shaking of heads went on at a faster pace last week when newspapers throughout the country reported President Pusey's "Attack on business" speech at Brown University. To may, he seemed to be biting the hand that holds the spoon, for business contributions have become the lifeblood of private education. The philanthropist-million-aires who once endowed colleges belong to a bygone age; state aid, with its danger of state control, is unacceptable. Contributions from industry seem to be the only answer to soaring educational costs. But fears that Mr. Pusey was repudiating this aid arise from...
...happened that your offices in New York had been swept away by some fervid desire to drain the lifeblood from local citizens and had established a blood-donor center on the main floor. Unwittingly, I entered the building and presented myself at what seemed to be a reception desk. The lady behind the desk was overjoyed to see me, and I thought that the public-relations staff of the magazine had been particularly diligent in its indoctrination. I was asked my name, my habitat, some personal history and my blood type. This again was ascribed by me to be part...
...under $12 million to $88 million in 1953, with profits of $7,000,000 (up 5,500%). International Minerals makes bonding clays for foundry use, recovers feldspar which is useful to ceramics makers, extracts bentonite (another specialized clay) for use in oil-well drilling. Says Ware: "Research is our lifeblood. With it, you open one door and find four more. How far you go depends only on your resources and your native ingenuity...
...thing, the years have been kind to Marlowe. Introduced in 1939 (in The Big Sleep) as 33, he is still only 42, still trim and lithe. When the pace gets too hectic, Marlowe heads for the kitchen and makes coffee: "Rich, strong, bitter, boiling hot, ruthless, depraved. The lifeblood of tired men." But he is far from the pipe-and-slippers stage...
Price of Fame. Strange crusades are the lifeblood of his column. He has complained about dogs in restaurants ("I like animals damn it-but I draw the line there"), blasted the famed Cafe de la Paix for warning its customers not to kiss in public ("If you can't kiss someone in a sidewalk cafe, where can you kiss her?"), and explained why French speak such tortured English (they use an English-made-easy guide, which offers such phonetic help as: "Pliize sho me ze boukigne off-ice for leug-guedge"). Occasionally he also picks up off-beat business...