Word: poisoned
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...garments, with goggles and big asbestos gloves, he toted a bulging burlap sack. Even technicians at the fort's medical laboratory shrank back. "Unclean, unclean," said one of them. "Phooey," replied Sergeant Seymour Shapiro. From his sack he pulled one of the long, leafy, hairy-stemmed vines of poison ivy he had been gathering, cut the vine into 3-ft. lengths and hung the pieces in bundles, like curing tobacco, from the ceiling...
From dried poison-ivy leaves Sergeant Shapiro concocts a unique extract which cures ivy poisoning, cause of 15 to 30% of summer and fall casualties in Southern Army posts. The dried, crushed leaves are soaked in pure alcohol until it turns an intense green. This solution is then filtered, put up in 50 cc. (1⅔ oz.) bottles and shipped to Army camps throughout the Fourth Service Command (the Southeastern...
...Caltech biochemists believe that their discovery is further proof that immunization, whose physiological mechanics has long been a major mystery, is a molecular phenomenon. In the blood stream of animals are large protein molecules called serum globulin. If a bacterium, virus, poison molecule or other "antigen" is near the point where these molecules are formed, the adaptable globulin molecules change their shape and assume structures complementary to those of the invading antigens, so that they can combine with them and neutralize them. After the infection or poisoning has been overcome, these changed globulin molecules remain in the blood as antibodies...
...three months, looked in her hope chest. She had always wanted an elaborate wedding, but her husband, a shipyard worker and a patriot, had used the money to buy war bonds. Alice Wong laid the bonds aside, stared at the pretty things in the chest. Presently she drank poison and so died...
Author Ormsbee loves life in the raw. As a youth, his hero tore around in a flivver, bootleg poison in his veins and "a big Polish girl on my lap and her breasts smelling of rich cigars." He was temperamental, even with the delicate Roxane: "I knocked her down on to the bed. She got up and I knocked her down again. . . . She wept. 'That's twice you've hit me. But I can't help it. I love Jon.' " So Abner picked her up tenderly and treated her "discolored...