Word: nervously
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...years Dean Johnston-a neurologist, among whose contributions to learning is a study of the nervous system of vertebrates-has been trying to find out why college students flunk. Six years ago he started to follow the academic fortunes of every freshman who entered Minnesota. Last week in a learned treatise Scholarship and Democracy* he reported that more than one half (52%) of 1,438 who matriculated in 1931 never became successful students. Of the children of the poor, 15% won honor standing, 58% did satisfactory work; of the well-to-do, only 6.5% achieved honors, 42% passed. But only...
Awed by the confusion and complexity of the set, he was a little nervous and his mind empty of words. He saw the actress coming up a studio aisle--it was a theatre set--and he still had nothing to say. He said bello how are you and smiled. Some one else, a blonde, was coming near. "Ginger, can you bear to meet this person? A hasty introduction. "You go to Harvard, do you? Where are you going now?" "To Honolulu. Want to come?" "Oh, a Fresh...
...Mitch" had also secured priceless advertising for Ontario as a haven to which nervous U. S. capitalists might decide to move their plants. Second, many Ontarians believe that the aim of C. I. O. in their province is not only to organize General Motors but is also directed toward C. I. O.-izing Ontario's rich mines. It was in defense of these, they think, that "Mitch" tried to "git his fist in fust" at Oshawa. Finally, since Canada's Prime Minister Mackenzie King, fearing to antagonize Labor, has frowned upon the strident demands of "Mitch" that...
...victims, was responsible for 40 deaths. Although this disease, a virus which attacks the nervous system, in some respects resembles infantile paralysis, practically all its victims are adults, not children...
...quietly through Europe. Master of the familiar, walk-do-not-run-to-the-exit style, Funnyman Thurber writes with a sad, lucid patience perfectly matched by his underdone drawings. For bringing earnest balloons to earth or dissolving reason in a clap of blankness, James Thurber has few contemporary equals. Nervous himself, he evidently has lost patience with the recent deluge of small volumes popularizing psychiatry. The series he did for The New Yorker, "Let Your Mind Alone," has now been collected in another small volume. Connoisseurs welcomed such old favorites as "No Standing Room Only" and Mr. Thurber...