Word: shoeing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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There are still a few fundamentalists left who repudiate the doctrine that men and apes evolved from a common primate stock. Harvard's Earnest Albert Hooton thinks the shoe should be on the other foot. "Any respectable ape," he writes, ''would repudiate the imputation of a common ancestry with man." Much publicized, highly controversial Anthropologist Hooton has a high regard for gorillas, chimpanzees, orangutans, etc.; an increasingly low regard for the social and biological status of man. Last week the dismal state of humanity lifted his talent for caustic castigation to new heights...
Going a step farther than fundamentals which still repudiate the doctrine that men and apes come from common primate stock. Hooton thinks the shoe ought to be on the other foot. "Any respectable ape," he writes, "would repudiate the imputation of a common ancestry with...
...labor: the retail-price index rose 2½% above November 1939, first time this year it has risen for a second successive month; a rise in textile prices means that clothing prices will follow: wholesale food prices have risen 1.5% in the past week; President Ward Melville of Melville Shoe Co. (Thom McAn shoes) talked last week of higher shoe prices. Items worrying business: White Motor Co. must spend an extra $300,000 this year on a 5?-an-hour increase; Midland Steel Products must pay 3? to 10? an hour more to its line workers; Cleveland Chamber of Commerce...
...newsstand on Massachusetts Avenue affords a welcome glimpse of the latest headlines. But this is merely one of the legion services that Felix renders to the community; others are listed in gold-lettered profusion all over the drab facade of the store. Included are cleaning and pressing, hat blocking, shoe shines and repairs, and a service somewhat mysteriously designated as "shoe findings...
Manhattan has many a hotspot, many a white-tie joint, but few nightclubs in which a connoisseur of jazz would care to be found. Two years ago a mild-mannered little Trenton, N. J. shoe-store owner named Barney Josephson (no kin to Author Matthew Josephson) opened a subterranean nightclub in downtown Manhattan. He wanted the kind of place where people like himself would not be sneered at by waiters, cigaret and hat-check girls, or bored by a commercial girl show. He called it Café Society, and turned loose some excellent comic artists (among them Peggy Bacon, William...