Word: tree
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Hanging his hat on the weeping willow tree and brushing the lawn from his eyes the other day, Ratchford recalled the sage advice given him by the late Roger Bigelow Merriam, original Eliot House Master. "Ratchford," Merriam declared, "the way to get to be a full professor here is to stay around the College. If you're here long enough, you're bound to get an endowed chair." So Ratchford heeded the tip, and began to wait hopefully for the inevitable day. He's still bucking for section...
...Belem, mouth of the Amazon, the trekkers were treated to pep talks on the romance of the jungle, shown how to cut the bark of the hevea (rubber tree), and then pushed into the jungle. Disillusion came fast. The hevea did not grow in stands; sometimes the trees were miles apart. Dwellings were mostly mud huts which the men built themselves in tall forests through which the sunlight never entered. Flesh-eating piranha fish kept them from river baths. Snakes bit them. The atabrine that the U.S. sent down to combat malaria was stolen by middlemen...
...Pirates. The first Hardy book to carry a U.S. imprint was his third novel, Under the Greenwood Tree. This was pirated by Henry Holt in 1873-i.e., it was copied from the original London edition without so much as a by-your-leave. Holt, however, immediately wrote to Hardy, explaining what he had done and promising that "you shall participate in the profits." This was high-class publishing in the 18703. Until international copyright became effective at the end of the 19th Century, publishers on both sides of the Atlantic (especially on this side) simply took whatever they liked...
...ended an unconscionably long time later, with the Nazis popping buzz-bombs into London, and Adelaide, at the ripe age of 80, still domiciled in Britannia Mews. British Novelist Margery Sharp (The Nutmeg Tree, Cluny Brown, etc.) must have written this one on the back of a series of old paper bags. Disjointed, rambling and generally vacuous, the story limps from coincidence to coincidence, casually adopting or deserting characters along the way, ending in a burst of good, old-fashioned bathos. Novelist Sharp, who usually manages to be witty, or at least catty, can offer here only a few naughty...
...tree. They rattle reason out through many...