Word: mud
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Britain's Hydraulic Research Board (concerned with rivers, harbors and beaches) has been using radioactive tracers to keep track of the mud of the Thames. At present, the Port of London Authority keeps a fleet of dredges at work on the channel at an annual cost of nearly $2,000,000, and it suspects that a lot of the mud they dredge is washed back up the river by the rising tides. If it could be sure, the Authority figured, it might train the tides of the Thames to carry more mud...
Three new pictures prove that a western's a western, whether filmed in the Black Hills of South Dakota or amid the hot springs and boiling mud of New Zealand...
...Mud & Noses. During the first term, there were plenty of diversions: the rushing by the four houses, the subsequent indignities after getting in (coolie hats, false noses, etc.), adjustment to the fact that class attendance is optional and that exams are run by the honor system. But there were also other matters-e.g., calculus, molecular physics, basic graphics, inorganic chemistry, as well as a big dose of English literature and European history. Though careful not to appear to be "snakes" (grinds). Supple and Andelin found themselves working a straight 80-hour week. Says Supple: "That first term...
...Drole de Dame, also called "Bizarre, Bizarre," Director Marcel Carne dashes across the scene on his bicycle, gaily splashing mud on every English social cliche available. The hypocrite vicar, upstart servants and Scotland Yard all are thrown in to comment on the pitifully high state of English morals. Carne wraps stolid England up in a ball with one final commentary--the man in a hanging-mob who holds his child's hand with the greatest of social responsibility...
...nameless army. Hill 317 is a hopeless position in a strategy never understood. The landscape flickers back and forth between realism and surrealism. The road along which the regiment marches "was not a marching straight into autumn . . . Under our marching boots the grass withered and faded." Through sucking mud and pathless rain, the soldiers march to Hill 317. They fight, joke, brawl, complain and die on the hill, forgotten by headquarters. Brooding over them is the gaunt figure of the Gravedigger Captain in his draggling coat, explaining to Adam Ember that he took the job because he wanted...