Word: spouts
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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There is a certain fascination to a Chemistry Laboratory, a fascination that lies hidden somewhere in the rows of bottles, the smells, and the steam baths that gurgle and spout like coffee percolators. Students in rugged Chemistry 20 must sense it presence, for they are willing to trade a normal outdoor life for one of box lunches and laboratory pallor. They say that a good deal of this fascination is because of their teacher, Louis F. Fieser, Sheldon Emory Professor of Chemistry...
...adventure tales. He could turn out a 610-page thriller in 62 hours-complete with such immortal lines as: "[Isabella] arose from the couch whereon she had been carelessly thrown . . ." He could ride and shoot like a Cody or a Hickock. When he was not dead drunk, he could spout a temperance speech that would awaken the remorse of the most sodden toper. When he was not in jail for fraud, slander, bigamy, libel or inciting to riot, he wrung women's hearts with his impassioned campaigns for purity. This was a sore point among his mistresses...
...world-why the wind blows, what makes a cake rise, how water comes out of a kitchen tap. To explain rain, he boils water in a coffee pot, compares the steam to clouds, and shows how "rain" will condense on the sides of a glass held over the spout. He demonstrates static electricity with a charged rubber comb, lets it pick up a cluster of cork filings and then release them in a miniature snowstorm the moment they are oppositely charged. Using an infrared ray, he pops pop corn without burning the cellophane container. Last week, Herbert explained the importance...
Anyone wishing to "acquire a bloody nose," remarked a British reviewer last year, need only go to Dublin or Belfast and spout a few well-chosen lines from Arland Ussher's The Face and Mind of Ireland. Ussher, an Irish philosopher and art critic, paid his people handsome compliments, but he also larded in some remarks that no Irishman could take lying down-e.g., "To all appearance the Irish really have no sexual life, beyond the minimum necessary to perpetuate their cantankerous species...
Like his friend and fellow fake-hunter, Magician Harry Houdini, Rinn spent a long time looking for evidence of psychic power he could believe in. As a youngster, he was bowled over when a medium ordered him to place the spout of a kettle to his ear and thus receive the words of a "spirit voice." Only after he himself became a magician did Rinn realize that he had been duped (out of $5) by a double-bottomed kettle equipped like a telephone receiver and in contact with a "spirit" hidden behind a panel...