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...nectar of French culture, when he saw the cup about to be dashed from his lips by blond Teutons to whom dusky, petite France was a morsel, not an inspiration. Nearer tramped the Conquerors. An impromptu French defense, mobilized in taxicabs seemed sure to crumble. Frightened, scared to the marrow, Frenchmen proceeded to withdraw their capital from Paris to Bordeaux. Automatically the Diplomatic Corps would follow the Government. Suddenly it was discovered that the U. S. Ambassador alone proposed to remain behind...
Liver, humblest of meats, is good for anemic patients. Where the bone marrow and spleen do not manufacture sufficient red blood corpuscles to keep a person healthy, he can build himself up on a diet of liver. Liver contains iron in such chemical form that it can be absorbed by the body in the indirect making of the red blood corpuscles. But a diet of a pound of liver a day is necessary. Anemic patients complain: "Doctor, it can't be done. I can't even take liver every day, and certainly not for every meal." The trouble...
...machine of operation, and how extremely intangible are the aims of the tutorial system, especially in its bloom of youth. One vaguely refers to it as a helping hand, a coordinating influence, a personal guide; and it is all of these things, but it is also the bone and marrow of a great educational theory...
Some two years ago (TIME, Aug. 24, 1925) one D. Alexander, of No. 99 Downing St., Brooklyn, operated a charming dispensary with a stock remarkably like that of "Dr." Pearce. He had Tie Down Goods instead of Tie-Them-Down and King Solomon's Marrow instead of King Solomon's Wisdom Stone. He also had some additional merchandise: Boss Fix Powders (to keep employers well disposed) Guffer (or Goof-er) Dust, Happy Dust, Easy Life Powder and Buzzard Nest...
...Beethoven of the surging First and the grandiose Ninth Symphonies. He needed no score to make soloists of the thousand musicians of the Philharmonic Orchestra. Beethoven was in his eyes, his fingertips, his baton. . . . The concert ended. There was a mighty ovation. The audience went home with its marrow tingling; critics groped for words. Toscanini, looking tired and coughing, prepared to sail for Milan. For a year, he says, he will retire. Said able Critic Samuel Chotzinoff of the New York World: "Where Toscanini goes is undoubtedly the centre of the musical world." If Toscanini retires, where then...