Word: shedding
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Probably scientists will soon make visible the viruses, mysterious disease agents small enough to pass through porcelain filters.* They may uncover the genes (unit heredity carriers) in their hiding places along the chromosomes of germ cells. By ultra-high magnifications of cancerous cells, they may shed the ultimate light on the cause of malignant tumors...
...unexploded time bombs. Post offices shut down during raids. Let ters took three days to get across London, five to reach the country; and telegrams were almost as bad. Long-distance tele phoning was practically impossible. Euston, Victoria and Waterloo railway sta tions were badly damaged; the Victoria train shed, a massive thing of girder and glass, was crushed across tracks...
...impeccable Boston Symphony, who, under the fastidious baton of Serge Koussevitzky, delicately perform each year a carefully chosen sheaf of symphonies for visitors and tourists at Stockbridge in Massachusetts' Berkshire Hills. In & around an acoustically perfect, wedge-shaped $80,000 pavilion (called with New England sobriety a "Music Shed"), which rises on the greensward at Tanglewood, where Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote, visiting Boston Brahmins and socialites, whether lying down or sitting up, take their summer music as critically as their winter...
Last week the Bostonians ended their third and most extensive summer (nine concerts) in the Shed. Though these nine concerts were small potatoes beside the 52 at Manhattan's Lewisohn Stadium, the 24 at California's Hollywood Bowl, the Berkshire Festival, because of the polished perfection of its performances, still held its place as the No. 1 U. S. summer musical event. Its most ambitious undertaking this year: a performance of Bach's mighty B Minor Mass (with four top-notch soloists and a local chorus trained by Harvard's G. Wallace Woodworth) that would have...
...another citizen he was brooding on the question: What case could democracy make for itself to justify its own survival? He followed his accustomed path from his house on Exchange Street to the Gazette offices off Commercial, spoke to his neighbors, squared off for work before a desk that shed old letters, mementos, galleys, gifts, ideas, books and last year's calendars like some queer surrealistic fruit tree ready to drop its harvest. His thoughts were gloomy, but no trace of gloom showed on his round cherubic features which, he says, make him look like a rear view...