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...paints from Sears, Roebuck, got herself some old planks, sheets of tin and pieces of threshing canvas to paint on. Then she started to make pictures of the hilly country around Eagle Bridge. Most of her pictures showed scenes and events of farm life: boiling maple sap on the winter snow, rounding up the turkey for Thanksgiving, covered bridges, Model T Fords, bonfires. Her picture frames she took from old mirrors in the attic. Once she attempted an allegory: a picture of an angel saving two children from falling over a cliff. She labeled it "The Gardin Angle" (Guardian Angel...
...scientists have measured many of them, and can identify them by pattern, in much the same way as a blind man knows the shape of his furniture by groping around. Viruses are measured in several different ways. One is to strain a substance known to contain a virus (like sap from a diseased plant) through a filter with pores of submicroscopic size. The smallest virus, that of foot-and-mouth disease, is ten-millionths of a millimeter in diameter...
...gentleman - he was a bourgeois Bolshevik. He exuded respectability, which - next to an aura of romantic criminality - is the quality middle-class Marxists most prize. Was not his cousin Biographer Lytton Strachey, whose bland ironies and subacid wit had done as much as any one intellectual force to sap his generation's faith in education, the church, the state? Cousin Lytton had knocked the notions of pre-Communist intellectuals into a half-cocked hat so successfully that Cousin John had only to pick up the pieces and fit them together according to the Marxian blueprint...
...loudest clothes ever worn by a white man, he cuts loose with a song called A Fugitive from Esquire. As a harassed guide, he attempts to conduct some hooligans through the ''Modernist Room" of the Metropolitan Museum. As a harassed tree surgeon he takes the temperature and sap-pressure of an ailing beech...
...rosin, hit $63,500,000 in 1921. Of that lush business, some 60% was in exports. In all those years turpentiners had but one worry: to keep ahead of the logging crews. Cheap Negro labor ($4-$6 a week today) slit the trees, drew the sap. Hundreds of individual distillers boiled it down, sold turpentine and rosin to factors who stored them until purchasers came to buy. It was almost too good to be true...