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...during the late glacial period was confirmed in 1927 with the discovery at Folsom, N.M. of chipped stone "Folsom points" between the fossilized ribs of an extinct bison. Ever since, archaeologists speculated whether "Folsom man," following the herds of bison, horses and mammoths, had migrated south. The first shred of evidence that he might have was a fossilized mammoth tusk turned up last summer in the excavation for Mexico City's new bull ring. The tusk bore a deep incision which, said the archaeologists, might well have been made by human hands...
...Glory. Spain was still a feudal monarchy, its last shred of ancient grandeur dispelled by Yankee ironclads at Santiago and Manila Bay, when Francisco Franco first took notice of his star. By family and caste tradition he should have been a sailor. Because Spain was too poor to afford any more naval officers, he became a soldier. From seaside El Ferrel, in his native Galicia, he went to the Alcazar military school in Toledo. In 1912, at 20, he was a slender, shiny-eyed captain getting his baptism of fire and helping carve a new Spanish empire in Morocco...
...court; the marquise with whom he craved a modish liaison. But Moliére's butt-who suddenly learned with rapture that he had been speaking prose all his life-was a passably solid character. When Zany Clark gets through with him, M. Jourdain has not a shred of character left: he is merely a comic named Bobby Clark. He is often as knowing as M. Jourdain is naive; he is oftener mad for sex than for high society...
...whose name had become a word for venal treachery faced nine judges (five of them laymen) in an old Oslo lodge hall. There was no shred of dignity in his defense, only a trace of defiance in his demeanor. He sat lumpily in the prisoner's box, his reddish, thinning hair unkempt, his neck shrunken in an oversize collar, his blue eyes beady in a suet face...
...Trollope would say, for instance, about his marriage, was: "It was like the marriage of other people, and of no special interest to any one except my wife and me." In fact, what so horrified the sentimental public was that by the end of the Autobiography not a shred of romance was left to clothe its burly author...