Word: thinly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Paris M. Raoul Michel-May suggested to the French Academy of Sciences a new method of exterminating mosquitoes in open ponds. At present a favorite method is to spread a thin film of oil on the water. When the mosquito larvae, which breathe through tubes in their tails, thrust their tails out of water to get air, oil clogs the tubes and the larvae suffocate. M. May recommended sprinkling the water with talcum powder impregnated with a compound of chlorine and ethane which would choke the larvae to death but would not harm human beings...
...when the Reds were fighting the Whites and practically everybody else in Europe. Every Moscow theatre group has its own hallmark. At the Vakhtangov the hall-mark is a slight caricature of impersonation. "Men with long noses have very long noses, women with large hats have very large hats, thin men are very thin, fat ladies are very fat. They are a little like characters of a Peter Arno album come to life...
...bare Manhattan studio last week ten very serious young women worked like demons night & day, flinging themselves into the air, jumping frogwise, stomping, crouching, twisting their torsos. All were barefoot, wore scant jersey tops, long trailing skirts. On a chaise longue sat their director, an alert, thin, ashen-faced woman who stopped them abruptly when Anita's arm was too high or Bonnie's feet too far apart. The Martha Graham dancers were rehearsing for one of their periodic Manhattan recitals. Their leader had more in store. This week she was to start on a transcontinental tour...
Whipped to a frenzy during Holy Week, the brothers assemble on Good Friday, each band with a lucky one chosen to be the Cristo. To the thin wail of the pipe and the dull sound of whips, they proceed to a hill of Calvary. The Cristo carries a heavy cross to which, on the hill, he is lashed so tightly that he turns black and puffy. The cross is hoisted up. The Cristo cries: "For the love of God, not with a rope ! Nail me ! Not with a rope ! For the love of God, nail...
This week Cambridge has had another cold spell, and undergraduates have had some more skating on ice which was dangerously thin and appallingly rough, it is true but still ice. It is and that there is nothing nearer than the Ural Mountains to protect Cambridge from an East Wind. It has certainly seemed so to us walking to nine o'clock lectures these last few mornings...