Word: stomachics
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...only piece of metal I had in my pocket was a nickel medallion of Karl Marx. I had eaten a bit of bread in the morning and I did not know where to go to sleep that evening. I wandered about in desperation, and presently-cramp in the stomach preventing me from walking any longer-I sat down on the pedestal of the statue of William Tell, which stands in the Pare de Montbenon. My appearance must have been terrible during those terrible moments, for the people who came to inspect the monument scrutinized me with suspicion, almost with alarm...
...punishment. When he fights, his face sometimes gets puckered up. It never gets nasty. The Champion William Harrison Dempsey-what he eats, wears, says, earns, fears, hopes for, and remembers-has supplied the news-mills with endless grist ever since the blazing day he poked Jess Willard in the stomach. He has never been a popular champion. The "slacker" talk helped to make him disliked; it was abetted by many other things, the fact that he married a moving picture star and thereby enrolled himself among the dilettantes of Hollywood; the fact that he acted in sentimental cinemas; and above...
...fact Dr. Crile noted. He noted, too, that the brain and the liver decomposed 100 times faster than the heart or voluntary muscles. So he supposed that the brain is the positive pole of the human battery (collection of cells), that the liver is the negative pole. Heart, lungs, stomach are only accessories to the electrical operation of liver and brain. He found much data to support his hypothesis, found many applications to the principles involved. Sleep permits the brain to re-establish its positive load of electricity.* Such facts pertinent to a conception of life as an electrical phenomenon...
...gold standard reminds me of a noxious little pest called the jigger which infests the coffee-growing areas of the West Indies. It enters the human body through any abrasion in the foot. It circulates with the blood and finally comes to the lower part of the stomach. There it multiplies and feeds voraciously on whatever its victim eats. In order to satisfy its demands the patient himself eats enormously of all kinds of cereals until his stomach becomes hideously distended. There is only one cure and that is to drink eucalyptus, which kills the jigger...
First, his uncle, a hawklike French general, wedded him to the glorious cause of carving an African empire for La Patrie, with words that made Kipling's "Recessional" sound like a nursery rhyme. Then he was sent to a cavalry camp as a corporal, to fortify his stomach by sleeping near horses and to acquire respect for the Chinese puzzle that is French army discipline. It just happened that he could punch, ride, shoot, drill, sleep, spy, drink, disguise, obey, command and love-his-country better than any one else in that camp, and that his sense of humor...