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Dates: during 1950-1959
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From Aeronautical Wizard Igor Sikorsky came a wry glance into yesteryear and a full-faced peek into the future. Said he, at a Washington banquet: "The first instrument of transport was developed when man placed a load on his woman's back. Then came the pack mule. Now the day is at hand when a crane helicopter will be able to pick up a ready-made house, deliver it to its site while the owners are inside having dinner...
...Half a Pack a Day. Like other chest surgeons, Graham began to see more and more cases of lung cancer in the '30s, especially among men. His friend and fellow surgeon, Alton Ochsner of New Orleans (TIME, Jan. 2, 1956), who did not smoke, had his own answer: it was caused by smoking. Dr. Graham, who smoked half a pack a day, was at first unconvinced by his ebullient colleague. World War II halted further studies of this problem, but in 1947 a second-year medical student named Ernest L. Wynder went to Graham and suggested a statistical study...
...familiar result of the study: of 200 lung-cancer patients, 95.5% had smoked at least a pack a day for at least 20 years, and only one was a nonsmoker; among noncancer patients, only 50% smoked so much, and 11% were nonsmokers. The evidence was highly suggestive, but it fell short of proof that there was anything in cigarette smoke to cause cancer. Graham and Wynder (now of Manhattan's Sloan-Kettering Institute) went to work again. With tar from machine-smoked cigarettes they produced cancers on the backs of mice. In 1951 Dr. Graham quit smoking. That same...
Yale should be equally dominant in the 200-yard backstroke with Jim Dolbey leading the pack with a reported 2:09 plus, followed by Eli Bill Clinton, who has broken 2:14. Hammond and Bill Murray, both under 2:19, will be the varsity's hopes...
...confusion centers in the analyst (David Niven), the figure whose bubble reputation the satiric point is apparently intended to prick. But the bubble is never blown; from the first scene, Niven is represented as little more than a passive scratching-post for a pack of pampered cats. But suddenly, in the last scenes, he turns into the father image-sober, sound, sententious, and yet as modern as a cubist grandfather's clock. In the meantime, the moviegoer has weltered through a series of vaguely amusing scenes that go nowhere almost as fast as the well-known labyrinth dream...