Word: self
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...General Sherman said: 'Madam, you got spunk'"). Last week Atlanta was more self-conscious of its present and its past than any other U. S. town...
...Shoe" Shoemaker was self-converted in 1925, joined an Assembly of God church. Since then, he has never started a day at his drawing board without praying, reading from the Bible. But he discovered that "when you become a Christian, you're all alone in the world-especially if you work in a newspaper office." Cartoonist Shoemaker took to lunching once a week with a friend who had also been converted. Their lunches expanded, soon became a Gospel Fellowship Club, which today has 800 members in Chicago, 1,200 in other Midwest cities...
...Swingin' the Dream, a jitterbug version of A Midsummer Night's Dream, opened a week earlier; but no self-respecting Bard-hunter would stalk such mongrel prey...
...lurk at the base of the silk on each ear. In ordinary "open-pollinated" corn, fertilization occurs at random, the sperm-bearing pollen being carried to the silk by the wind. For inbreeding, the tassels and silk are protected by paper bags until maturity, and the plants are then self-pollinated by hand. These inbred strains become highly uniform. Finally, promising strains are crossed to combine advantages-long ears, full-kerneled ears, resistance to drought, heat, wind, insects. Since the characters of a hybrid are not always predictable from those of the parents, many experimental crosses must be made...
Inspiration of Clisson et Eugénie was Napoleon's love affair with Désirée Clary, who later married his Marshal, Bernadotte, and became Queen of Sweden. A self-portrait opens the amazingly foresighted story: "Clisson was born for war. . . . He was meditating on the principles of the military art at a time when those of his age were at school and chasing after girls. . . ." Brooding because his greatness of soul escaped general notice, he sometimes "passed whole hours meditating in the depths of the woods . . . deep in reverie, by the light of the silver star...