Word: partings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Esau. Next to New York City's spunky, part-Jewish Mayor Fiorello H. LaGuardia, whose manhandling by a disgruntled WPAster was front-page German news last week, the U. S. politician whom Nazis hate most is that spade-is-a-spade "Aryan," Secretary of the Interior Harold LeClair Ickes...
...London in his youth to write about ships, Jane's handbook was turned over to Dr. Oscar Parkes on the death of Founder Jane. Dr. Parkes, who combined his practice as a London neurologist with an interest in the world's fighting ships, served during the latter part of the World War in Britain's crack Naval Intelligence Division and as "No. 14 S. 2" he was assigned to spot enemy vessels. To aid British pilots in the bombing he made charts of every German fighting ship as it would appear from the air, directly below...
...weatherman-chief of the U. S. Weather Bureau. Appointed to succeed Willis Ray Gregg, who died last September, was Commander Francis Wilton Reichelderfer, U. S. N., an able, earnest meteorologist whose experiences include flying in Navy airplanes, dirigibles and racing balloons, taking part in the search for Amelia Earhart, furnishing weather information (from Lisbon) for the historic transatlantic flight of the NC-4. Quiet, matter-of-fact, Commander Reichelderfer likes dancing, music, an occasional cocktail, spends much time reading up on new developments in weather science...
...left side, top and bottom, front and rear. Though it has no backbone, the flatworm is tenacious of life. If it is decapitated, the head will grow a new body, the body a new head. If the head is divided by a longitudinal cut toward the tail, each part will become a complete new head, making a two-headed monster. If part of a flatworm's head is removed and grafted to a wound in another flatworm's body, a new head will indomitably sprout from the wound...
...that "poetry must concern itself with (relatively) permanent things." His work at its best does give an impression of the emptiness of the American continent, an emptiness which the continent fills with (relatively) permanent things like forests, mountains, rivers and 130 million people, and which Jeffers, for the most part, fills with mythological personages, semi-scientific platitudes, nonpoetical intensities, and-for the pay-off-mental exhaustion...