Word: lunge
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Just as the Brazen arrived on the scene, a masked man had bobbed up from the depths-the first to escape from the foundered submarine. He wore a Davis lung, a contraption resembling the U. S. Momsen lung, consisting of a life belt, an oxygen container, a breathing tube, a nose clip. Half-drowned, he was Captain H. P. K. Oram, commander of the Fifth Submarine flotilla but not of the Thetis. Before he knew that help was at hand he had volunteered to take his chances getting out of the dangerously tilted escape chamber. He and six others, with...
...present in small quantities in normal blood. In the last three years they have injected standard, three-milligram doses of oxalic acid into the veins of almost 1,000 persons who suffered from excessive bleeding due to such varied conditions as hemophilia, gastric ulcers, childbirth, jaundice and kidney and lung infections. In every case bleeding stopped within five minutes, the normal coagulating time, even though the patients had been bleeding as long as two hours. In many cases bleeding ceased within 45 seconds of injection. Oxalic acid thus appeared likely to supplant snake venom, sterol (solid alcohol) and other makeshift...
...built one scooter, Postman Smith is the smallest operator in a new automotive industry that has grown mightily within the past three years and is now engaged in trying to work itself out of the recreation-vehicle class. Visualized by scooter-makers is a flourishing trade in which one-lung puddle-jumpers will be used for messenger service, light deliveries, transportation of commuters from home to railroad station and back...
...Handicap from Warren Wright's promising Bull Lea in a spectacular stretch finish, 21,000 racing addicts jam-packed the Park-from the 40 ? bleacher section reserved for colored folks to the ;ony terrace boxes atop the clubhouse. Everyone talked Stagehand-from Fred Snite Jr., the famed iron lung patient who, with the aid of a periscope and mirrors, watched the races from Ks ambulance railer parked midway down the homestretch, and the sport writer who bet his salary on Stagehand, to Seminole Indians who were lured from their nearby reservation to do a war dance in the infield...
...young man the bloody tyrant who had dinned Shakespeare's powerful, tragic lines into the ears of the sceptical and untutored younger generation for the last three hours? who had boomed it and shouted it over their wisecracks and embarrassed titterings until he finally wooed their interest by pure lung power? Once wooed, Shakespeare's own magic had a chance to function, and had won the evening. But how could this be that Macbeth...