Word: sures
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...sure there are psychoanalyst's couches in the offices, and one room has a one-way observation screen built on the wall, but other psychological gear is conspicuously lacking. "Mein Kampf" and a life of Daunier flank the psychology texts in the bookcase; there are Japanese prints and Winslow Homer watercolors on the walls as well as pictures of Freud. The Clinic even has a kitchen, and serves its own 40-cent lunch for the staff...
...Sure to Look. In his 47 years at Deerfield, the Head has not changed his old ways. Though 69, he is still head coach of the varsity football, basketball and baseball teams, still bats out grounders before a big game. (Another interest: driving one of his three trotters in one of his eleven buggies.) He presides at his daily student assemblies; is always full of campus news and cracker-barrel advice ("The hills are changing color again. Be sure to look"). He still holds Sunday vespers, beaming when the boys sing "real loud." In campus affection he has only...
...first question Dr. Louis William Mara-ventano was asked in his Yonkers (N.Y.) office was: "What am I, a man or a woman?" "Joan" (the real name was withheld) was a pseudohermaphrodite* whose external genitals resembled both male and female organs. Something had gone wrong (doctors are not sure just how) during fetal development when the time came for the undifferentiated sex organs to become either completely male or completely female. The condition occurs in about one in 1,000 births; accurate figures are hard to come by because of family reticence...
Citation v. Coaltown. Only last month Jimmy Jones said that "Citation could roll up Coaltown into a little ball and throw him away." Ben isn't that sure, or he makes believe he isn't. "Horses change," he hedges. "Coaltown is ten-times better than he was last year...
...Catholic orders, and there were laymen rich & poor from places as far away as Chicago. All night long before the funeral they had come to the rickety storefront where the body lay, to say a prayer or touch their rosaries to the folded hands. For many of them were sure that Peter Maurin was a saint...