Word: twig
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...years old when he died. The jaw contained 20 milk teeth, four permanent teeth. Dr. Dart placed him at the base of the human evolutionary stem. But Sir Arthur Keith, while admitting certain manlike features, put him on the same branch with gorillas and chimpanzees, though on a separate twig. After several years the lower jaw was detached from the upper, and the crowns of the milk teeth were seen to be almost wholly human in form. Dr. William King Gregory of Columbia, a world authority on the dental development of primates, located the Taungs skull close to the point...
...Twig, branch, and bole, each miniature tree in the Harvard Forest display was built up of strand upon strand of fine copper wire, then soldered and painted. Microscopic details like vines, pine needles and cones were etched out of paper-thin sheets of copper picked up with a magnet. Dentists' picks and scrapers were used for modeling tools. Making rocks was the most fun. A double fistful of whiting and glue was allowed to harden, then hurled full force against the studio wall. The fragments, painted in oils and dusted with dry color, were rocks...
...Corps, whose duty it is to protect the long Italian line back to the coast. In his tent last week he sat reading dispatches, wishing he were further south enjoying the fun in Addis Ababa. Up to his tent rode a bedraggled, bearded native on muleback carrying a twisted twig and a scrap of white cloth. Stiffly dismounting, the blackamoor bowed low to the ground in token of submission. It was Ras Seyoum, onetime ruler of Tigre Province, the "Black Fox of Ethiopia." ablest of the north Ethiopian chieftains. For six months he had held Italy's armies...
...plops it neatly into the fork of a slim tree-branch. She covers the egg with her breast but leaves it occasionally to find food. The young Gygis may, during mother's absence, break out of the shell to find itself alone, teetering on a precarious twig...
...SOME little atom may have taken, in some tiny crossroad of my brain, the wrong turning. Some infinitesimal dead leaf may have lodged itself, in my thought's stream, against some infinitesimal twig, and the consequences may prove incalculable...