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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Quartermaster Thomas Johns set out four traps, and what he caught was enough to startle even that grizzled veteran of two wars. "I thought," he said, "I was in the wilds of Borneo. I saw nothing like this one in India." The quarry was a huge and ferocious cat whose writhing body "nearly filled the two-foot cage...
Hams & Cigars. John Dewey was born in Burlington, Vt., a bustling town of 15,000 whose citizens had no particular notion that young John would ever amount to so much. To them he was just the painfully bashful Dewey boy who delivered papers after school. His father, the proprietor of a grocery store ("Hams & cigars: smoked and unsmoked"), was a courtly man with a flowing beard, who quoted Milton and Robert Burns, and told of bullets whistling through his hair during the Civil War ("I always thought that that was how he got bald," says Dewey...
...British, whose Lord Chancellor sits on a woolsack and whose woollens clothe some of the world's better-tailored figures, have been doing some basic thinking about clothes moths. Last week Textile Expert R. W. Moncrieff told how clothes moths (Tineola bisselliella) got their depraved craving for wool, and how modern chemists are persuading them to let the stuff alone...
...friend's home, he met Britain's Sigmund Gestetner, maker of a famed old duplicating machine whose design had not been appreciably changed in 30 years. Loewy lugged the duplicator up to his apartment and built a clay model embodying his ideas. Gestetner liked it so well that he paid Loewy $2,000 for it and used the same design for 15 years afterward. (Gestetner paid him a yearly retainer not to design for any competitor.) Overnight, Fashion Artist Loewy decided to become an industrial designer...
Stewart also manages a poignant conclusion: one by one the old American survivors die off, and Ish, an antique god whose scepter is a hammer, is left alone with the new generation. One day through the fog of years he sees a half-naked savage standing respectfully before him. "Are you happy?" he quavers. "Things are as they are," the savage replies in puzzlement, "and I am part of them." The Last American passes his scepter to the savage, and dies, murmuring with the grasses and the winds and with Ecclesiastes: "Men go and come, but earth abides...