Word: skins
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...because a plastic surgeon was about ready to bind them closer than wedlock. A year ago Clara Howard, 13, emptied a lapful of peanut shells into an open fire. Her apron caught fire and she was hospitalized with terrible first degree burns. When she was discharged she had no skin left on her torso, arms and neck. Scars held the flesh of her arms to the flesh of her sides. She could not turn her head because the lower part of her chin had grown to her chest...
...best kind of skin graft which grows on denuded flesh is skin taken from some other part of the same body. Clara Howard, however, cannot endure the further shock of such autogenous grafting from her unburned legs. So Professor Robert Emmet Moran of Georgetown University undertook something utterly new in restorative surgery...
...Clara's distant cousin, John Melvin Bonner, 16, who volunteered, Dr. Moran made two parallel slices from the left armpit straight down the side to the left hip. This week Dr. Moran will separate the strip of skin between the incisions from the underlying flesh and clip the long edges together to make a tube attached at one end to the boy's armpit, the other to his hip. As the bared flesh heals, new blood vessels will form in the tube of flesh -blood vessels which will nourish it during the next and more difficult stage...
...vivid delayed cable recently sent by United Pressman Jack Belden, whose tough job was to cover the headlong Chinese flight from Taiyuan in the North: ''Scenes of horror marked the retreat of the Chinese, including former Communist corps. Screaming and running like maniacs, [were] soldiers whose skin had been burned from their hands and face, splashed by sulphur bombs...
...musing and mulling these ideas over in his mind, the Vag reached for a piece of soap, and then began to lather himself. Ah, but maybe he hadn't recovered from last night's revelry as much as he had thought! The soap refused to glide smoothly over his skin, and his epidermic sensory nerves did not react properly to the massaging motion of the palmolive cake. Abandoning his dreamy thoughts, and becoming truly alarmed, the Vag looked; groaned; and then looked again. Oh fudge! Why hadn't he taken his pyjamas...