Word: wholeness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dental clinic proper, held at the schools, accomplished a large volume of work through the assistance of 20 volunteer graduate dental surgeons and hygienists. Nearly the whole fourth year class gave their services with the result that, after a clinic every Tuesday evening beginning in January, the following was achieved: 396 fillings; 73 extractions; 49 examinations; 49 prophylaxes, and 52 mouths completely restored...
...most interesting fact revealed is that on the whole the current Freshman is not interested in making money. Some of the 79 who voted for law may think they are going to get rich, but there can be no illusions of wealth in the minds of the 60 and 47 who voted for medicine and teaching, respectively...
Canon Cardijn has repeatedly summed up JOC's program: "Every Jocist has a Divine mission from God, second only to that of the priest, to bring the whole world to Christ." French-speaking workers in New Hampshire formed the first Jocist group in the U. S. A Catholic college student of Glendale, L. I., Vincent J. Ferrari, is launching the movement on a wider front, under the supervision of an able Paulist father, Rev. Paul Ward. Four Jocist study groups have been started. Jocist Ferrari, no worker himself, last week appeared minded to modify the thoroughly radical temper...
...Death Of A World, the faithful 5,000 get two installments somewhat above Author Romains' average. Men Of Good Will is not a straightforward narrative embracing many characters and telling a consecutive story. Its hero is modern society as a whole, so that characters are introduced who seem to have no connection with each other, drop out of sight and reappear according to no apparent plan. The first volume, beginning in Paris in 1908, introduced Quinette, a murderer, Gurau, a radical deputy, Wazemmes, a sign painter's apprentice; their stories, appearing in alternate chapters, seemed to be related...
...dank, dark, bar of a small-town hotel somewhere in up-state New York. Here they were, the whole train-load of them, stranded, with wash-outs ahead and bridges, out behind, isolated on a flood-girdled island. He was wet and weary and he thought rather apprehensively of the rising waters all around, but the beer was good and, by God, this was adventure of a sort. Out of another day was this dingy room, with its hideously-hewn, dirty-mirrored bar, its splintery floor, its dirty walls plastered with reward notices of rogues, new ond old. On these...