Word: shrimps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...said to myself, 'Why. that sounds like a shrimp.'" Twelve-year-old Susan's tune promptly became Minuet of the Shrimp, one of 300 tunes, poems, dances submitted by 60 sixth-grade pupils of Cincinnati's suburban North Avondale Public School for inclusion in a group cantata, a sweeping experiment at musical education. Last week they had the thrill of performing their work with a professional symphony orchestra. The project began a year ago, when the Cincinnati Symphony played at one of its popular children's concerts a cantata called Moon Rocket, a musical trip...
...depth of 18 inches in its deepest place. For a while the lake was a saucer of muddy water. Then, Army tank men from nearby Camp Irwin saw the water come to life, seething with millions of wiggly things. They found it swarming with four kinds of shrimp, some of which swam upside down. Others had hard, smooth shells and looked like tiny clams...
...from Los Angeles City and State College, led by Dr. James P. Welsh, went out to investigate. They found that the lake, which only a short time before was hard enough to serve as a playground for tanks, contained at least 4,000,000 specimens of one kind of shrimp alone. Bicycle Lake rarely holds water long enough for shrimp to grow to breeding age. One possibility: dust devils may have picked up shrimp eggs and carried them across the desert. Another guess: the shrimp may have survived, most of the time as eggs, since the period when the Mojave...
...Welsh took samples of adult shrimp back to his laboratory. He found that they were happiest in hot water (110° F.) and that they all laid eggs before they finally died. He also brought dried mud from the borders of the lake. It presumably contains shrimp eggs, and he intends to keep it dry for years, wetting samples of it from time to time to see how many of the eggs have stayed alive...
...sermon administered to my American Shrimp Girl and to me by Oneil J. Richard in his letter to TIME [Aug. 15] has made me contrite as a prawn, shaky as a jellyfish and humble as'a clam. I hereby renounce girls, shrimp, eels, oysters, crabs, periwinkles and all pleasurable subjects for the artist's brush both of land and sea-all of which Mr. Hogarth and I loved so well...