Word: museumful
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...same qualities stood him well at Little America. When no one wanted the job of collecting penguins and seals for the American Museum of Natural His tory, Siple volunteered, even though "I don't have a merit badge in skinning." By the expedition's end he was a proficient if dogged taxidermist. He learned, too, how to train and handle a dog team. Among the theories: never bend down, never fall down, and never excrete near them. For 22 months in 1928-30, as Admiral Byrd recalls it, "Paul did a man's work...
...migratory birds. Many authorities have doubted that insects have the brains and endurance to make a real migration to avoid the northern winter. The strategy of most insects is to sit out the winter as eggs or pupae. Last week Dr. Frederick Urquhart, director of Toronto's zoology museum, told about a 19-year study that tends to prove that Monarchs do migrate...
...Urquhart, then a young zoologist on the museum's staff, began trying to label Monarch butterflies to find out how far they fly. He soon ran into tagging trouble. A label that sticks firmly to a Monarch's wing is apt to make it aerodynamically unstable...
...large-scale help was on the way. After Dr. Urquhart's wife wrote a nontechnical article in the American Museum of Natural History's magazine Natural History, eager volunteers came forward, and butterfly-tagging started on a continent-wide scale. Again, failure. It soon became apparent that the labels were not sticking in wet weather...
...producing paintings and reproductions of paintings, painters and reproductions of painters, teachers and museum directors and gallerygoers and patrons of the arts, in almost astronomical quantities. Most of the painters are bad or mediocre, of course . . . but the good ones do find shelter in numbers, are bought, employed, looked at, like the rest. Our society, it turns out, can use modern art. The president of a paint factory goes home . . . and stares relishingly at two paintings by Jackson Pollock . . . He feels at home with them; in fact he feels as if he were back at the paint factory...