Word: strays
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Hamilton, Ont., a stray cat struggled so desperately against Inspector E. G. McDonald's efforts to push it into the lethal gas chamber that the static electricity in its fur exploded the gas. The explosion blew the chamber to bits and knocked out Inspector McDonald. The cat vanished...
...stove (not merely in the oven) and with which food could be served in the same dish in which it was prepared. Experimenting with 1,500 formulae, they cooked 18,000 lb. of potatoes and nearly as much hamburg, fed Coming's stray dogs on the results of their experiments. They cooked on wood, oil and coal stoves, five types of gas ranges, twelve kinds of electric ranges. Sometimes they cooked until the food was burned dry, to see if the glass would stand the continued heat. Eventually they found a glass of which each centimetre expanded only...
Recollecting her early passion for the violin, we asked if she still played much and then let our eyes stray around the room, half expecting to see a violin case sticking out somewhere. But Nazimova cut our musing short. "I haven't played for many years; I don't enjoy the playing of a woman. The tone is usually too weak. I love the virile stroking of a man's bow," and her eyes flashed...
...effort. A herring lays a million eggs of which only one may be hatched. The sun is a spendthrift when you consider that only a minute fraction of its light & heat ever reaches anything in space. "So must research be lavish." Many an unhampered experiment at Eastman tends to stray from the field of photography. In a vacuum of one-millionth atmospheric pressure, Dr. Kenneth Claude Devereux Hickman is distilling pure Vitamins A and D from animal oils. An X-ray device has been developed which tells genuine from imitation leather, and which reveals the minutest internal details of insects...
...when I do my writing. I do most of it at night. There are so many executive problems during the daytime. . . . At night things cool off and quiet down. The stars come out. . . . Then-if ever-a stray thought is likely to come swirling out of the darkness like a bat and light on you. . . . I wish I could write books that live, like Dickens or Thackeray. . . . All I do is scratch down a few evanescent thoughts that are born in the night, and hardly live...