Word: thickness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Resembling an oversize Foxy Grandpa, Griffis lives in an oversize, 14-room apartment on Manhattan's elegant Sutton Place. Five bathrooms are done in various pastels-one in baby blue. Decor runs to silver zigzag-patterned wallpaper, thick cream rugs. The bric-a-brac is Brobdingnagian. Twice married, twice divorced, Griffis keeps his current philosophy, stitched in a sampler, hanging on a wall of his pine-paneled library: "High hopes faint on a warm hearthstone. He travels the fastest who travels alone...
...Colonia's soil is the loamy terra roxa (red earth) that Brazilians prize most. After two years' full operation, the farms, for which the Government gives seeds and advice, burgeon with fat crops of rice, 15-ft. corn, sugar cane thick as a truck driver's wrist, beans planted among the corn to keep the ground rich and productive. Says Sayão: "They don't mind planting vegetables, but are horrified at the idea of eating them. 'Makes you sick,' they say." But they are catching on, and on better-balanced diets already...
...Caughoo, 100-to-1 (202½-to-1 on the tote), an Irish eight-year-old with a jockey who had never ridden the Aintree course before. Caughoo (who cost Dublin Jeweler J. J. McDowell $200 as an unbroken juvenile) finished 20 lengths out front. The fog was so thick that most of the 300,000 in the crowd had to read about the race in the papers...
Keloids. The most mysterious delayed effect was a peculiar kind of scar that formed on the skin of burned survivors. Many months after their burns (from The Bomb's terrific heat and ultraviolet radiation) had healed, victims still had raised, flat patches of thick scar tissue, sometimes covering the whole face or back. These scars'("keloids"), ranging in color from pink to brown, were often extremely sensitive to the touch...
When the servant had brought in the lamp and drawn the thick curtains against the night, there was nothing that so pleased the Victorian as to lay back his head on the antimacassar and curdle his comfortable blood with fiction about fiends in human form. So Victorian Novelist Wilkie Collins, who dispensed such fiction, was not displeased, one moonlit night in the 1850s, when a beautiful lady, robed all in white, ran up to him on a lonely road, screaming for succor. She had escaped, explained the white lady, from a fiend who had held her in durance with...