Word: nestful
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...deep dark secret that the late President Harding played poker while some of his pals of the "Ohio gang" and a few oil men were developing nest eggs by big deals arid little black satchels. No doubt, much of this was grimy work. With scarcely any of the attitude of now-it-can-be-told, with a confident feeling of now-it-can-be-sold, an even grimier novel- has recently been published. Novelist Adams takes as his hero Willis Markham, President of the U. S., a poker-playing, whiskey-drinking, easygoing, good-natured pal who was lifted suddenly...
...isolated village in his parish, to avoid a certain path into the hills. It was, they assured him, haunted by demons. Strong in his faith, and armed against wild beasts, the Rev. Jal Singh proceeded up this path and near it found, not a dragon's nest, but the den of a she-wolf, with several wolf cubs sprawling in it and two female humans, aged about two and eight years respectively. Exceedingly shy and fierce, these human females went on all fours like their den-mates. They uttered guttural growls and barks like wolves. Only one explanation seemed...
What renders humans susceptible to tuberculosis is not specifically known. The bacilli exist everywhere in the world. They gambol up human noses and down human throats. They nest in tonsils and proliferate in bronchioles. They take rides on the invisible droplets that each human exhales as he breathes. Whole colonies of them are ejected with sputum onto sidewalks, into street cars, in hotel lobbies. They are particularly thick in tenements, barracks, orphan asylums, workhouses, penitentiaries. But most people are able to resist them, to kill them as they grow...
SANCTUARY ! SANCTUARY !-Dallas Lore Sharp-Harper ($2.50). Most latterday naturalists collect for museums and write for the news- papers. Not so Mr. Sharp. When he lies on his stomach for hours watching a painted turtle dig her nest, or stays awake all night on the Pacific shore to hear the night cries of snowy plover, he is wholly an amateur of wild life. His books are secretions, not products or "copy." Hence, perhaps, the freshness and simplicity of his writing. He never seeks to impress his audience with the extent of his lore, and his experiences have been so diverse...
...would rather face their God with naked souls than naked bodies," being disease-ridden, blotched and misshapen. She freed her boy from fear of the dark and the forest. She resolved, in one of the old fashioned phrases so fresh on her pen, to urge him out of the nest that he may learn...