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Doctors have long suspected that stomach ulcers, popularly considered an occupational disorder of business executives, doctors, taxi drivers, newsmen and others who work under stress, have their root in the nervous system. If so, Dr. Dragstedt reasoned, overstimulation of the nerves must somehow be responsible for the abnormal secretions of gastric acid. When he tested his theory, he discovered that the operation did indeed greatly reduce the amount of gastric juice in the digestive system. Cutting the vagus nerves just above the stomach slows digestion, but seems to have no serious effect on other organs...
Plungers & Necklines. Triumphantly, last week, he opened for business. Thousands of suckers who had queued up at shoreside water-taxi landings stood shoulder to shoulder all night long on the Lux's casino deck. The ship's bingo corner, its 14 crap tables, 150 slot machines, twelve roulette wheels, five poker games, were busy until dawn. Order was kept by 26 polite, tough "masters-at-arms," i.e., seafaring bouncers. A band played and lush ladies with plunging necklines wandered about selling cigarets. Tony expansively predicted that nobody could touch...
...farmer boy who made his way through the University of North Dakota and University of Chicago (LL.B., J.D.) by working as a cook and taxi driver, Leif Erickson won "his first political office (county attorney) in 1936. Until he was elected to the state supreme court in 1938, most Montanans had never heard of him; when he lost out to Wheeler-backed Republican Sam Ford in the 1944 campaign for governor, most voters figured he was through politically...
Expiation for Horrors. "Every minute of the taxi ride," Kravchenko begins, "seemed loaded with danger and with destiny . . . I was running away. . . . For months I had planned the flight. . . . It was to be my expiation for horrors about which, as a member of the ruling class of my country, I felt a sense of guilt. . . . My decision to break with the Soviet regime-amounting to a personal declaration of war against that and all police-states-was not accidental. It was implicit in all I had been and thought and experienced. . . . To explain it I must rehearse my whole life...
...game hunter in pith helmet, khaki shorts and orange jacket stalked along the railroad platform. His prey: Princeton men, Class of 1925. His quarry was expressed by jeep or taxi to class headquarters-in a vacant lot on University Place, decked out now like a carnival site...