Word: pollens
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Following centuries-old tribal custom, the family called in a nidilniihi, a diagnostician who works by hand-trembling-but they fetched her in their own 1953 Chevrolet sedan. Diagnostician Emma Teller squatted at Mary's bedside, dusted corn pollen on her upturned right palm, made the zigzag lightning sign with her left forefinger and crooned a ritual chant. As she passed her hand over Mary's body, it began to tremble. From its motion (ni'dilniih) Emma concluded that Mary had somehow offended the Wind Spirits. Her prescription: a chishiji, a two-day sing...
...eternal youth." More than a dozen cosmetic houses rushed to put it in high-priced creams, soaps, even lipsticks. (France's house of Orlane, reasoning that the bees got their jelly from flowers, went one better and put on the U.S. market a cream "created from the precious pollen of the orchid...
Windfall. In Harbor Springs, Mich., the chamber of commerce, pushing the town as a pollen-free haven for hay-fever sufferers, offered schoolboys a dime a pound for any ragweed they could find, backed down hurriedly when youngsters hauled in a 1,400-lb. wagonload...
...crumpled the leaves, chewed them, licked the poisonous berries and the deadly mushrooms . . . attracted bees and wasps, letting them alight on her hands and scratching their backs. 'They like that,' " she said. "Like a bacchante after libations," she would stumble along, "nose and . . . forehead covered with yellow pollen, her hair in disorder and full of twigs, a bump here and a scratch there...
Love and Genius. What was it like, living with such a fleshly dynamo? As might be guessed, husband Goudeket never attempted to rival his earth-shattering wife, never disemboweled eclairs, covered his nose with pollen or caressed bees and wasps. "A man does not love a woman for her genius: he loves her in spite of her genius"-and Goudeket's love was as balanced and precise as a line of Colette's prose. For when his tempestuous wife sat down to write (for three hours every afternoon), it was as if some supernatural policeman appeared and took...