Word: pigged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Harlem is where Negroes refer to one another as "nigger" and "brother," "spook" and "hardhead," but woe to the white man who uses the same expression. It is where the white man is no longer the "ofay" (pig Latin for foe), but "Mr. Charlie" or "the man," and mostly "whitey," derived from the Black Nationalist talk of "the blue-eyed white devil." It is where a common laborer mutters to himself at a corner bar: "You don't come up to Harlem and whip my head, white man. You can whip me somewhere else. But not here, white...
...Henry N. Wagner Jr. of Johns Hopkins Hospital became the first human guinea pig to try the "Albumatope" injection on himself. He has since used it, with iodine 131, to get revealing scintillation-scan pictures of 225 patients, with no ill effects. Dr. Taplin himself has now used the technique for more than 150 patients. He employs iodine 125. The safety of the method is attested by the fact that the radiation dose each patient receives is much less than he would get from special chest X rays for this purpose. And the minute amount of radioactive iodine is flushed...
What makes the plot bubble is the Behan people and the Behan gab. There is Pig's Eye O'Donnell the bet runner, Tralee Trembles the wino and ex-poet, M'sieu Le Tramtrack, who spent 30 years abed in an effort to collect damages from a trolley company, and the vigorous old lady of the International...
...Griffiths was accused by Labor of feeding the Prime Minister uncharacteristic lines full of unfashionable alliterations: on one occasion, Home had referred to Harold Wilson as "this slick salesman of synthetic science." Griffiths, however, proved himself a slick and energetic salesman of Conservatism. Drawing on his experience as a pig farmer, he spoke tirelessly about practical issues (agriculture, housing, jobs), got up at dawn to help the stableboys at Newmarket exercise their horses...
Again, as in the Flies, a pessimistic view of man's basic aggressiveness is the theme, but it's the uncannily fresh tone of the Buttons which makes it a delightful success. When those English lads charmingly chanted "Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Spill his Blood!" it became clear that their best was a curiously grisly Disney. When these French scamps taunt their enemies, "All the Valerans are ass-scratchers!" they are convincing and rambunctiously Rabelaisian...