Word: smokes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Henrietta Kanengeiser never learned to cut a dress; her needlework was atrocious, and if she ventured to baste a hem it was likely to sag. Yet she wore clothes with a verve that trailed rapt feminine stares behind her like smoke from a gold-tipped cigarette. And she had an intuitive sense for that ill-defined and mysterious quality, taste. To two generations of American women Henrietta-or, as she was better known, Hattie Carnegie-was the quintessence of feminine fashion. Last week, at 69, Hattie Carnegie died of cancer, and left few peers in the bewildering business of adorning...
...been put as a question: Why don't as many women get lung cancer as men? The answer, says Dr. Ernest L. Wynder of Manhattan's Sloan-Kettering Institute, and chief developer of the cigarette lung cancer theory, is that women by and large do not smoke as much...
...Cheap politics" may be unpleasant, but, as in the case of the HYRC's Thomson, it is important that they be brought to our attention. When there is enough smoke to arouse action in the Harvard Student Council, the Dean's Office, and seven spokesmen for undergraduate organizations, there must be a fire somewhere. And I do not see how anyone could object to the CRIMSON'S having an editorial opinion on it. When the day comes that the CRIMSON makes "any pretense of being an 'impartial observer' of the Harvard scene," I, for one, shall let my subscription lapse...
Louis L. Miller '56 of Adams B-46 noticed the fire when he saw smoke coming up through his floorboards. He mentioned it to the janitor, who, upon sober reflection, decided to call the fire department. The fire was cornered in a wooden beam between the two floors and while several firemen cut holes in the ceiling of the bottom room, others pried up the floor of the top room. They met in the middle...
Only after Parry finished did the track-wise crowd get a chance to settle down. The games expanded into the organized confusion of all indoor track meets. The pole vault had started, but no one would bother watching until the bar passed 14 feet. Tobacco smoke gathered over the tight oval of the banked-board track while sweat-suited runners in their warmups jogged endlessly toward nowhere. Hurdlers twisted into weird calisthenics all over the infield. Here and there some exhibitionist dropped into a handstand, presumably to loosen his legs. Hordes of officials in boiled shirts hardly had room...