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Word: swamp (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1940-1949
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...been played, and that it works fine. Dr. Kahn, unlike Entomologist Hyslop (see below), is fiercely anti-insect. He went to Cuba and made a phonograph record of the song of a female Anopheles albimanus (a malaria carrier). Then he put a powerful loudspeaker in a buzzing Cuban swamp and surrounded it by a deadly electrified screen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Siren's Song | 10/11/1948 | See Source »

Even when amplified, the mosquito's love song is only faintly audible to the human ear. But to male mosquitoes it is apparently overwhelming. Dr. Kahn turned on his loudspeaker. A wave of excitement hummed through the swamp. On eager wings the males zoomed toward the trap. Like mariners wrecked by Lorelei's song, the male mosquitoes smacked against the electrified screen...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Siren's Song | 10/11/1948 | See Source »

Inside, the false electronic siren sang on & on, night after night. She killed, in all, 40,000 males. By the end of the test period, only a few were left to answer her fatal invitation. For two miles around the swamp was almost cleared of males...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Siren's Song | 10/11/1948 | See Source »

Bound by that stern poetic creed, Louisiana Story traces a symbolic story. The wallowing amphibious machines of an oil company invade the idyllic peace of a Louisiana bayou. Flaherty juxtaposes a tense chase sequence-alligator v. coon in the swamp water-and the tumultuous pursuit of oil by the monster, man-made drilling derricks which can plunge pipes 14,000 feet into the earth. Throughout this blending of themes, the bonds of humanity between oil riggers and a Cajun boy illumine the recurrent thesis of Flaherty's works: "Mankind is one community...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Old Master | 9/20/1948 | See Source »

There were many in Japan who claimed they had heard the noise or knew a friend who had, but to be really sure a poet had to go by dawn to the side of a Tokyo swamp and sit for three long hours while the pink and white blossoms unfold, waiting tensely for the moment when the bud burst open to the morning light. It took a discerning ear to separate the sound of an opening lotus from the purl of a fish lazily waking to his morning meal or the plip of a dewdrop on a mossy stone...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: JAPAN: Pan? Patchi? Pop? | 8/9/1948 | See Source »

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