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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...masks to the urban population. Suppose that six weeks later, with the crisis passed, Secretary of War Harry Hines Woodring confessed to Congress that the air-raid precautions had been so badly muddled that had war come, countless U. S. citizens would have needlessly been killed. Unquestionably the gravest sort of scandal would have followed...
Their importance to science is that they have a unique hereditary defect of the sort which crops out occasionally in nature but which human investigators cannot produce at will. Some disturbance in the rat chromosomes (heredity carriers in the germ plasm) prevents their soft, prenatal cartilage from developing into a normal skeleton. The young appear normal for two weeks, then become bandy-legged as if suffering from rickets. Usually they die at the age of four to five weeks, with soft, collapsed ribs and emphysema of the lungs (air leakage into the spaces of the connective tissue...
...spite of the fact that, in his opinion, Landis, support of Plan E sharpened the conflict between the two, he sees the solution as coming from more and not less of this sort of action: "The problem of the University is not to disassociate itself and its members from society in order to avoid attack, but rather to play a larger and more direct role in mass social life with wisdom, courage, temperance, humility, and understanding." He says this might be the test of whether culture can operate successfully in society as a whole...
...campaign promise that he "would live up to the ideals of 'Veritas'." And all at once the Vagabond felt a blind fury sweep over him as he realized that it had come to this, that the ideal for which men had crossed the ocean, faced hunger, pestilence, and every sort of privation and danger, had now become a cheap symbol to be handed about at election rallies...
Veritas. The Vagabond thought of it again. It was perhaps the only word that he held sacred, a sort of twentieth century Grail, yet it was more than that. It was the key to all understanding. It was something ageless, terribly elusive, retreating, perhaps. So many men, almost every man, had sought it. Had any one of them found it? Were we any nearer it than we had ever been? Were we going in the right direction? And the Vagabond found himself murmuring the words of Montaigne, "Que scais...