Word: wound
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...will grow a new body, the body a new head. If the head is divided by a longitudinal cut toward the tail, each part will become a complete new head, making a two-headed monster. If part of a flatworm's head is removed and grafted to a wound in another flatworm's body, a new head will indomitably sprout from the wound...
...decided to go to the U. S. Traveling all together in a specially chartered bus, Papa von Trapp, Mama von Trapp and the seven young singing von Trapps barnstormed the Middle West and South, surprised many a gas-station attendant with their dirndl dresses and Lederhosen. Last week they wound up in Manhattan, singing a program of Renaissance music and Austrian folk songs at Town Hall. Manhattan critics found their singing the last word in freshness and refinement...
Baker made arrangements with the Theatre Guild and Alfred Lunt, chucked his lucrative radio work, took Idiot's Delight on tour. Hailed as a natural for the hoofer role, he got rave notices. But the show did poor business, wound up its brief tour last week $10,000 in the red.* "Ten thousand dollars." said Baker, who is returning to radio to recoup before taking another crack at the stage, "is more than it was worth...
...testimony concerning the stupidity and naivete of German spies in the U. S. (TIME, Nov. 14), the No. 1 espionage trial of recent times ended in Manhattan. Convicted by a Federal jury were: Johanna Hofmann, 27, a Dresden redhead who roamed the world as a hairdresser on German ships, wound up carrying spies' messages on the liner Europa; Otto Hermann Voss, 39, an airplane factory mechanic who turned in much junk and one set of valuable pursuit-plane plans to the Nazi intelligence service; ex-Private Erich Glaser, 28, of the U. S. Air Corps, who was unfortunate enough...
Publisher Roy Howard of the New York World-Telegram was delighted last week by a rowdy little cartoon turned out by his staff artist. Matt Greene. It seemed that the night before in a Third Avenue saloon one John Jones had taken on several other customers, wound up on the floor. Somehow a Miss Lucille Iorio had landed on the floor too, and Mr. Jones proceeded to bite her calf. The bartender then went into action and by the time the police arrived to take Mr. Jones to a psychiatric ward, order prevailed. Having no photograph of the man biting...