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Charles Wheeler Ervin, 73-year-old public relations adviser to the Amalgamated Clothing Workers of America, looks back with nostalgia on the years when he was editor of the Socialist New York Call, from 1916 until 1922. He likes to thumb through old files of the Call, reread Eugene Debs's daily letters from prison, smile at advertisements announcing John and Lionel Barrymore in The Jest, cluck his tongue appreciatively at some of the best news reporting of another troubled...
Commonly known as chronic infantile paralysis, this rare, creeping disease is a complete mystery to doctors. It attacks the grey matter of the spinal cord, slowly lays waste all muscles controlled by the diseased cord. First to degenerate are the tough fibres in the ball of the thumb. Gradually the other fingers shrivel into a typical "clawhand." Then the arm muscles slowly waste away. After the disease has been intrenched for many years, a patient may lose control of his trunk, face and leg muscles. At the end, he may be little more than skin & bone...
...have had longer training. The British Army's mechanized units (tanks, armored cars), although too few for war strength, are the most advanced in the world. And its officers-neither scholars like the French nor technicians like the Germans-are excellent leaders of men, if only rule-of-thumb strategists...
When a baby contentedly sucks his thumb after meals, don't slap his hand or bind it with tape. Leave him alone, says Dr. William Siddon Langford of Manhattan. Contrary to the beliefs of most parents and pediatricians, thumb-sucking in infants is a harmless pleasure. No scientist has ever proved, said Dr. Langford, talking to the American Academy of Pediatrics last week, that thumb-sucking 1) introduces germs into tonsils and stomach, 2) stimulates harmful sexual activity, or 3) causes receding jaws and buckteeth. Thumb-sucking may push milk teeth slightly out of line...
When a misread timetable landed Labor Martyr Tom Mooney in Manhattan one and one-half hours ahead of his scheduled arrival, he thumb-twiddled until a Grand Central policeman spied him, hustled him into a private office. Still determined not to muff his entrance, Tom Mooney slipped away, hopped the right train as it chuffed to a halt, reemerged, in time to gladhand some 15,000 laborites, newsmen, photographers...