Word: springs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Last spring, a young couple from New Orleans flew into New York City with twin boys who were already seven months old. Andrew Hoffmann and his pretty blonde wife thought both boys were blind, but at Presbyterian Hospital it was found that Dennis had some vision. On Kenneth, who had none, an ophthalmologist operated to remove part of the fibrous tissue. He believed that it was not the retina, but that the retina was shriveled and displaced. By last week, Dennis Hoffmann's vision was-improving slowly, but Kenneth was still sightless...
...applause that rolled across the lawns from the great wedge-shaped Music Shed at week's end was still not extravagant, but it had warmed up by several degrees. Conductor Koussevitzky had let Amsterdam's Concertgebouw Orchestra give the world premiere of Britten's Spring Symphony last month, even though he had commissioned it. Last week he was prepared to do the symphony justice himself...
...What a spectacle, in the spring, beneath a dead mole!" wrote Jean Henri Fabre. "The horror of this laboratory is a beautiful sight for one who is able to observe and meditate. Let us overcome our disgust; let us turn over the unclean refuse with our foot. What a swarming there is beneath it, what a tumult of busy workers! The Silphae,* with wing cases wide and dark, as though in mourning, flee distraught, hiding in the cracks in the soil; the Saprini,* of polished ebony which mirrors the sunlight, jog hastily off, deserting their workshop; the Dermestes,* of whom...
...lively imagination. "Her long pale green wings, like spreading veils, her head raised heavenwards, her folded arms, crossed upon her breast, are in fact a sort of travesty of a nun in ecstasy." The travesty is complete when the mantis makes her kill: "With the sharpness of a spring, the toothed forearm folds back on the toothed upper arm; and the insect is caught between the blades of the double saw . . . Thereupon, without unloosing the cruel machine, the mantis gnaws her victim by small mouthfuls. Such are the ecstasies, the mystic meditations...
...behind him. In the last eight years he has swelled his Madison, Wis. congregation from 600 to 1,500, housed the overflow in a streamlined Quonset-type chapel which he helped to design. When Kent trustees began looking for a "live-wire with a soul" to head Kent last spring, they lit on John Patterson as their man, persuaded him to exchange his varied duties as parish rector for the narrower duties of head of a tight academic community; give up fishing in the cool lakes of Wisconsin for the streams of Connecticut...