Word: shacks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...second Byrd Antarctic Expedition, and sometimes the air is extraordinarily clear. At such favorable times Dr. Thomas Charles Poulter, on leave from Iowa Wesleyan College, has had a crew of men recording meteors. Four men sit hour after hour inside a glass dome mounted in the roof of a shack. When one spies a falling star he barks "Time!" and a recorder with a stopwatch makes an entry of the hour, minute and second. So steadily and frequently were meteors recorded that Dr. Poulter last week estimated some 1,000,000,000 must fall into the whole of Earth...
...circus folk once a year. Last week he attended one given to the bandy-legged members of a U. S. rodeo troupe now touring England. Cables flashed and the Empire was shocked when His Grace, at the climax of hilarity, boasted: "I remember Denver when it was only one shack. When I first saw Cheyenne, the capital of Wyoming, there was only one shed there. Some of my friends went out to hold up the Denver stage coach. I was with them. All the others are now dead so there is no reason any longer why I shouldn...
...them near Fort Sill. Like most primitive peoples they regarded half-wits as inspired. Nearly fifty years passed and the inspired child grew to middle age. In Grover Cleveland's time he was making 75? a day as a farm hand near Henryetta, Okla., living in a miserable shack, dressing in dirty blankets. The people of Henryetta knew him as Crazy Jack but on the Government's records he was set down as Jackson Barnett...
...month-old child Harold partly emptied his bottle. Then Mrs. Watson Patrick tucked him in his crib under the tree at the edge of the tomato patch, wiped dribble from his lips, and left him for an hour to help her husband cultivate the vines. Unobserved by the Patricks, shack-living tenant farmers of Bells, Tenn., when they placed the child's crib on the ground, was a red ant hill. Nor did Mother Patrick notice that her son's milk bottle was leaking on the coverlet, dripping to the ground...
...Daytimes he devoted to his medical lectures, to founding and organizing a medical school for women. He called himself a Sunday musician because holidays gave him his only chance for composing. Nights he minded his wife who wheezed through the winters with asthma, dragged him off summers to a shack in the Caucasus where she went barefoot and he had no piano. Borodin called Prince Igor his natural child. Its wild barbaric dances were in his blood. Its Oriental coloring came instinctively to the son of a Georgian chieftain. But Borodin dropped dead at a fancy-dress party, leaving Prince...