Word: misses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Singapore's Bukit Timah race track the British wet their upper lips with gin & bitters and kept them stiff even when Miss Papillon, a 70-1 long shot, romped home in the third race. That was bad, but the news from across the Johore Causeway to the Malayan mainland was worse...
Last week Miss Stenz dared Dr. Morris Fishbein, editor of the Journal of the American Medical Association, to make a scientific test of her treatment. Boasted she: "I will grow hair on any person chosen by the A.M.A. and do it under observation." Dr. Fishbein wasn't having any. Said he, fingering his own bald head and repeating an ancient wheeze: "'Any ass in Athens can grow more hair than the wisest man.' These cells are dead. Anybody who can restore hair in dead cells can restore people from the grave...
...failure of this funerary passion, the intrusion of an Englishman named Dennis, who works in a neighboring cat & dog cemetery, the Happier Hunting Ground, and Miss Thanatogenos' love-death, are the burden of The Loved...
...Whispering Glades, from the voice of a nightingale piped through the grounds and mortuary buildings to the Lake Isle of Innisfree, complete with nine rows of beans and beeless beehives with electric buzzers (burial plots $1,000). Most amusing is the love of Mr. Joyboy, the senior mortician, and Miss Aimée Thanatogenos, his assistant, uttered in an American idiom which Author Waugh has not entirely mastered. Their passion, unrolling between the refrigerators and the crematory, is alternately hot & cold. They play games of hearts & flowers with the corpses. When the lovers tiffed, the corpses looked "woebegone and reproachful...
...Joyboy, afraid that Miss Thanatogenos' suicide will endanger his job at Whispering Glades, pays Dennis $1,000 to cremate her at the dog & cat cemetery. While she is volatilizing, Dennis "entered the office and made a note in the book kept there for that purpose. Tomorrow and on every anniversary as long as the Happier Hunting Ground existed, a postcard would go to Mr. Joyboy: Your little Aimée is wagging her tail in heaven tonight, thinking...