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Majestic Soprano Nellie Melba was once asked by an eager young man if she would sing at a Manhattan morning musicale. "Sing!" snapped Melba. "I can't even spit at 11 a.m." But sing she did, and a whopping fee she got. That was nearly 50 years ago. After Melba, other great and near-great musicians jostled one another to perform for the dowagers at Albert Morris Bagby's Musical Mornings. Last January, in the Grand Ballroom of the Waldorf-Astoria, the 50th year of "the Bagbys," the 429th concert reached its end. For the first time dapper...
...seal, caribou, tea, above all, raw frozen fish. They like rotten food even better (it is spicier) but there are few limits to what they will swallow. They eat enormously-50 lb. of meat per day for a family and its dogs-and belch and hawk and cough and spit continuously when indoors...
They had learned other things besides drill, spit and polish. Squatting, lying and kneeling on the ground while the wind bit through their padded range jackets, they had had a bellyful of instruction in the Marines' dearest specialty-marksmanship. Even the sergeants had had to admit (in private) that there they had done pretty well-90% of them had qualified on the pistol and automatic rifle ranges, 75% with the Springfield. Betweentimes, swathed in coveralls, they had hiked, practiced open-order fighting, strung barbed wire. In the late afternoons, after 45 minutes of football, baseball or boxing, they...
...there permanently closed it, so that no food could pass to his stomach. Surgeons had made a neat little hole in his stomach wall, inserted a rubber tube. Mr. V.'s method of eating was necessarily messy: he would first chew his food to enjoy the flavor, then spit it into a syringe, insert the syringe into his tube, and thus fill his stomach. Through the tube Dr. Carlson could observe, to his heart's content, Mr. V.'s sometimes quiescent, often restless stomach. For 13 years Mr. V. was employed in the laboratory, until he finally...
...manufacturers a report of facilities available to 15 ghost towns. He planned to farm out defense contracts (Britain's "bits & pieces" system) to these "shutdown areas," thereby spreading the work of subcontractors into its smallest possible subdivisions. Several moribund New England towns rolled up their sleeves and spit on their hands. But while the defense boom reclaimed old ghost towns, a new question rose: How many new ones would it create...