Word: miasmic
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...Connecticut. They sent him to Congress for two terms, elected him Governor in 1954, and re-elected him by a record 246,368 plurality in 1958. Last year Ribicoff, as President Kennedy's Secretary of Health, Education and Welfare, hardly had time to breathe Washington's miasmic air before Connecticut Democrats were begging him to come home to run this year against Republican Senator Prescott Bush. As of last week, Ribicoff had agreed to just that...
Died. James Leonard Hanberry, 86, the last survivor of Dr. Walter Reed's 1901 yellow-fever experiment, which proved the theory that the scourge was carried by mosquitoes and not through miasmic air; of cerebral arteriosclerosis; in Columbia, S.C. A lanky, 25-year-old U.S. Army private stationed in Cuba's Columbia Barracks, Hanberry spent 20 nights in a screened hut, sleeping in the clothing of dead yellow-fever victims without catching the disease, was moved to another isolated shack, where he was exposed to an Aedes aegypti mosquito, which bit him on the knuckles of his right...
...hail the university's retiring President Harold W. Dodds, 67. Two other famed prexies, Harvard's Dr. Nathan M. Pusey and Yale's Dr. A. Whitney Griswold came to honor Dodds with solemn praise, but the occasion also had its mortarboard merriment. Spoofing Princeton's miasmic weather of yore, Yale's Griswold asserted that four Princeton presidents had expired within five years back in the 1700s. Then he quoted from a letter, hopefully quilled by Princeton's trustees to a presidential prospect in 1766. The missive's gist...
...after day, he deals calmly and skillfully with Florida politics, which carries into the atomic age the miasmic mist and the alligator snap of the deepest Florida swamp. The job keeps him busy. The other day, his 13-year-old daughter Mary Call asked him, "What's a lieutenant governor?" (the office does not exist...
...reached at last for their portfolios on Germany and Austria. But Molotov smiled a polite smile. "I crave your indulgence. It so happens I have with me ... another resolution I wish to table." He laid it before the others. If words could mildew, it would have been a deep, miasmic green, for it was the old, empty Soviet proposal for a world-disarmament conference...