Word: morganism
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...March issue of The American Spectator reveals the sinister connection between your company and J. P. Morgan & Co. and how your radio program is under the sway of those fascists, Remington Rand...
...foremost scoffer at the gene theory of heredity, England's formidable, bushy-browed Biologist William Bateson, went to the Columbia University laboratories of Thomas Hunt Morgan, examined the data, looked at the jars of fruit flies, stared down the microscopes, announced his conversion. Since then there has been little doubt among geneticists that the chromosomes in the germ cells are the theatres of heredity, that the ultimate agents, called genes, which transmit unit characters, occupy definite and fixed positions along the spindly, crooked chromosomes. Since then fame has come to Dr. Morgan and his flies, and to some...
Born in Schuyler Falls. N. Y. 47 years ago, Bridges found himself some years later in a zoology class at Columbia which Dr. Morgan had agreed to take while the regular professor was away. Dr. Morgan changed the young man's general interest in science to a specific one in genetics. Bridges haunted Dr. Morgan's office, asked if help was not needed with the bottles of flies. Morgan replied gently that trained assistants were what he needed. Undaunted, Bridges kept coming back. One day he spotted a fly with vermilion eyes instead of the normal...
...some 400 guests to sip champagne, eat strawberry ice, listen as Banker Edward Townsend Stotesbury celebrated his 87th birthday by rattling a snare drum as he did in the Civil War. A hale, hearty, dapper little man, Host Stotesbury, Philadelphia's richest tycoon, senior partner in J. P. Morgan & Co., was also persuaded to sing his favorite song. The Old Family Toothbrush that Hangs in the Sink...
...think, O Men of Harvard, that Satan only appears on this world with horns, claws, and a tail, or even behind black, handle-bar moustachios, or with a sawed-off shotgun bulging through his trouser-leg, or last of all, only in his especial minions, J. P. Morgan, A. Capone, and B. Zaharoff. Truly I (for I am he) have been well oiled and stream-lined since those silly days...