Word: lockerful
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...afternoon last week Clarence Howe, who has worked long & hard as wartime Munitions Minister, squeezed in a round of golf at the Lambton Golf & Country Club (near Toronto). He dropped his indifferent golfing before the 18th hole, headed for the locker room, showered, then went to the club tavern for pie and coffee. Before he finished, six men barged...
Whenever he made one of his circus catches in right field, bashful Mel doffed his cap to the cheering bleacherites, was always rebuked by the veteran Giants: "If you'd been standing in the right place, you wouldn't have had to run so hard." In the locker room he got two nicknames, "Bright Eyes" and "Little Springtime." Furiously denying that he ever received "mash notes from girls," he learned to snap wet towels back at his tormentors. The sport writers dubbed him "Master Melvin...
About 2% of adults are somnambulists (the affliction is more common in childhood and adolescence, but many get over it). As somnambulism is not a cause for Army rejection, many a snoring barracks-ful of G.I.s has been waked by the crash of a sleeper stumbling over a foot locker. At Camp Lee, Va., Lieut. Colonel Samuel A. Sandier has discovered and interviewed 22 somnambulists ("which ... we believe to be the largest number of cases so far studied"). His report in Mental Hygiene last week clearly demonstrates the connection between somnambulism and neurosis...
...nondescript red brick house in Washington. There the Admiral has a bare combination bedroom and office. His old painted iron bed, which his daughter-in-law considers a monstrosity, is as chipped as a battleship's anchor. On the walls are a few Navy cutlasses. In a locker ("closet" to landlubbers) is a supply of brandy. The Admiral, who smokes furiously, drinks little, but relishes a nip of brandy in the evening...
...subject, digging out the facts for his own benefit and the instruction of the vast audience won by his tales of microbe-hunting, hunger-fighting heroes of the test tube. Last week he published his findings, in a mixture of laboratory slang, movie-travelogue lyricism and man-to-man locker-room candor, in The Male Hormone (Harcourt Brace...