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...droll doctor is Rollo Eugene Dyer, assistant director of the National Institute of Health. His favorite drollery last summer was to pull up his trouser leg and exhibit a small, fine-meshed cage strapped to his skin. Friends peeping into the cage beheld a herd of fleas contentedly nipping at the doctor's epidermis. Raillery was always in order. Dr. Dyer is a collector of stamps. Had he now become a flea collector? He is fond of dogs. Was he shielding his dogs from vermin? No, Dr. Dyer would chuckle, and his friends seldom realized that he had ceased...
...enormous length. The chief gist of the Apes' preoccupations is revealed in the opening scene, where, outside Lady Fredigonde Follett's London mansion, "the policeman could be observed at his usual occupation known as Oh-dear-Mabel!, which consists in a repeated readjustment of the stiff melton trouser-fork, by a simultaneous flexion of both legs.'' What "Oh-dear-Mabel!" is for the policeman, the Artistic Life is for the Apes...
...Floyd's Clubber. With Longin as their guide, a delegation of three members-Stanley Orlenski, 14, Joe Sawicki, 14, and Anthony Mazur, 14-set out for vengeance. They found Joe Przystas at home carrying a scuttle of coal upstairs. Stanley drew a rifle from his trouser leg, fired at the coal scuttle to frighten Joe. The bullet drilled Joe's heart, killed...
...Angeles, Calif., the faculty of Bancroft Junior High School outlawed, under penalty of expulsion, a popular student game called rip-the-zipper, in which any student spying a shirt, trouser or skirt fastened with a zipper would cry: "Rip the zipper!'' and zip the garment open...
...went down there!" they cried, pointing to a cellar door. Chief Russell drew his revolver, started downstairs. The squirrel, hiding just inside the cellar entrance, darted at the Chief, fastened itself on his trouser-leg. Believing at last, the policeman calmly kicked the animal to the bottom of the stairs. It sat there, blinking up at him. It must have rabies, he thought; he must not destroy its head, which the health authorities would want to examine. Carefully he aimed his service revolver, steadily fired, blew a hole through its shoulders. Then he went down and picked up the body...