Word: limbed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Latest thorn in the side of Radcliffe budgetary authorities is H. Stuart Kirby '43, who climbed out on a limb two weeks ago as a protest against being turned down by Libby Esler, Radcliffe '43 when he asked her for a date. To date clippings about the incident garnered from all over the country have cost Radcliffe nearly five dollars...
...even Coach Rene Peroy, would deny that there is enough material this winter for an outstanding fencing team. Practically all of the first-stringers are back, and the 1939 record is not to be sneezed at. Yet it is perhaps too early to climb out on a limb and predict a full string of wins...
...photogenic Yardling planned to perch himself far out on the limb of some small tree in the Yard and cast appealing looks at the lady of his choice, Libby Esler '43, who had supposedly refused him a date. The climax for assembled photographers was to be the moment when the Radcliffe miss finally consented, and the lover's unique lament could be ended...
...that Hines is still the only man playing jazz who keeps up really original ideas, and does a great many of them in dynamics of rhythm rather than in strict melody. He does the weirdest off-beat stuff you would want to hear--climbs way out on a limb, counts the clever, but still manages to get back in time for the next eight bar sequence. This is piano that isn't pretty, pre-calculated, or trite. It's some of the guttlost and best jazz I have heard in a long time...
...Trueta admitted that there is a minor objection to "closed" treatment: a terrible stench. Although it is best to keep the original plaster in place until the limb heals (usually from six to eight weeks), the cast sometimes has to be changed, when the smell becomes unbearable. Dr. Trueta discovered that a salve of brewers' yeast, applied directly to the wound, reduced the odor, did not interfere with healing. Since yeast was scarce in warring Spain, most of his cases stank to high heaven...