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...lake trout. Others plan explorations to the wrecks of five ships thought to have sunk between 1880 and 1918 for relics of shipboard life. Because of low water temperatures and the relative lack of oxidation, "the Great Lakes provide excellent preservation, even of shoes and leather," says Kenneth Pott, curator of the Lake Michigan Maritime Museum...
...other centuries, doctors have known that miners, stone cutters and lens grinders (including the philosopher Spinoza) often developed respiratory disease from inhaling large quantities of dust; hatters suffered brain damage and went mad from absorbing toxic vapors from the mercury used in making felt. A London surgeon named Percivall Pott reported in 1775 that the soot-covered sweepers who cleaned Britain's chimneys had a far higher rate of cancer of the scrotum than the rest of the population...
When Pope jibed at an ailing enemy as "Sporus, that mere White curd of ass's milk," he was writing with a brutal bitterness that sprang from his own wretched health. He was a gay and high-spirited youth to his twelfth year, when he contracted Pott's Disease (tuberculosis of the spine) from infected milk. The affliction left him partly crippled and progressively deformed. It also arrested his growth; Pope never exceeded 4 ft. 6 in. (a "little Aesopic sort of an animal," a "venomous . . . hunchbacked toad," in the words of his tough contemporaries...
...Masters, could say was: "Fantastic!" At the Memphis Open in late May, Nicklaus seemed out of contention, five strokes off the pace after 54 holes. Then there came Jack with a sensational 65 on the last 18 to throw the tournament into a sudden-death play-off with Johnny Pott, and pocket the winner's $9,000 after the first play-off hole. In the Thunderbird Classic at Westchester Country Club two weeks ago, Nicklaus was one stroke behind Gary Player with four holes to go. So on the next hole, a 454-yd. par four, he banged...
...bedtime tales for small boys, they were not quite right. So the late novelist created a magical car in stories he told his son Caspar, now 12, and some of them will be published under the title, Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. The car's owner, Commander Caractacus Pott, fortyish, is rather like Commander James Bond, except that he has a family, and the car, a supercharged Paragon Panther, is a near cousin to 007's Bentley. "You see those knobs and levers and lights on the dashboard?" asks Pott. "We'll find out what they...