Word: paines
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Redondo Beach. Below the water's surface. Professional Diver Eldon W. Smith, 31, began his ascent. Suddenly, the men on the Submarex intercom heard a scream tear from inside Smith's helmet: the diver, apparently rising too fast, was struck with caisson disease-knifelike jabs of pain caused by the accumulation of deadly nitrogen bubbles in the bloodstream-the "bends...
...week came a 4,500-word file datelined "Garfield Hospital Annex." It was signed by Correspondent George Bookman, who had spent days poking around the far-flung empire of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters. While awaiting a final interview with Teamsters' President Dave Beck, Bookman doubled over in pain, next evening underwent an appendectomy. He came out of the sodium pentathol with a bad case of hiccups, but nonetheless dictated to his wife Janet, a former United Press reporter. His file arrived in New York apace with those of Washington Correspondents Marshall Berger and James Truitt, Seattle Bureau Chief...
Typical spot commercial (for Mentholatum Rub): "These are arthritic hands. They belong to a retired foreman and 20-year sufferer of arthritic pain and misery. You're looking at them now as they experience a totally new kind of pain relief . . ." An Infra-Rub plug: "Brings comforting warmth from deep within . . . 146 doctors report success based on hundreds of cases." For Omega Oil: "It contains an active ingredient that actually penetrates the skin...
...statuettes formed in wax and later cast in bronze. Lipchitz calls them semiautomatics: "They originate completely automatically in the blind. By manipulating my form in such a manner, a lot of images suggest themselves. Ordinarily, one image is predominant. This one I choose." Among the images are a pain-racked Mater Dolorosa, a witty, stylized Geisha, a twirling Dancer, a dauntless Rodinish woman, her hair flying, fists raised, called Defense. The lines of the figures flow freely and lyrically, and most of them have a baroque turbulence. They express a new Lipchitz, but one who refuses to stay...
...book is painful and embarrassing on many counts. It asks the reader to share what Lael Tucker Wertenbaker calls her "abstract joy in the quality of his death," after which her "winter-white skin turned quite black and stayed dark for two days." It reports every intimate clinical detail of the pain, distress and hopelessness that afflict the victim of terminal cancer. As such, it tends to force into silence critics who may feel that they have been invited to share a private rite that Lael Tucker created about her dying husband-but who have doubts about its public validity...