Word: wassermanns
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Princeton students once voted him the world's worst poet, and a jeering couplet hounded him for years: "I'd rather flunk my Wassermann test/Than read a poem by Edgar Guest."* Such insults missed their mark, for Edgar Albert Guest never even pretended to be a poet. Said he: "I am a newspaperman who writes verse." And at the time he died last week at 77, Edgar Guest's success as a verse-writing newspaperman had never before been equaled and may never be again...
...heroes do not come to bad ends. They are drumbeatniks who brood during a few drinks about the morality of what they are doing, then get over it. Author Stephens' hero, for instance, guiltily grows an ulcer after he rings in an infected blood sample in the yearly Wassermann test the agency requires his boss to take. He also gets the boss's job, and at the fable's end looks forward to an old age of health and wealth. Other new reading matter for the 6:05 to Westport...
...world's top pianists as well as a talented composer-became imperial royal professor of music to Austria's Emperor Franz Joseph. Recalls Dagmar: "It was not unusual to come home [from school] and find Paderewski. Chaliapin, Kreisler, Hofmann, Caruso, Elman, Damrosch" or such writers as "Jakob Wassermann, Gerhart Hauptmann. Hermann Sudermann. Thomas Mann, every mann...
...Lithuanian-born Reuben Kahn, 69, chief of the University hospital's serology laboratory. A shy, brilliant man who can rarely get through a night without waking to jot down some idea that has popped into his mind, Kahn developed a test for syphilis that largely replaced the cumbersome Wassermann, in 1951 published a theory that could be a major step toward the early detection of disease. His "universal blood reaction" theory: a healthy person's system produces antibodies in a definite, ascertainable pattern. In a sick person antibodies form faster and in different patterns. If science can determine...
...rubs against him, he hesitates, looking less like St. Anthony before the Devil than an aging shortstop in confrontation with an alluring calorie, and is lost when the sound track weighs in with the kind of unhealthy music that passes censorship but might better be evaluated by a Wassermann test. In the end, of course, the spirit proves stronger than the flesh, and the heroine is not swived but shrived...