Word: wristed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...amputated. So Dr. Kelly had to try a triple play-from right thigh to left stump, later from there to the right foot. This kept Kilpatrick in a grotesquely distorted and uncomfortable position. And the flap died in the first stage. A second try, abdomen to wrist to foot, failed in the final stage. With his patient still game ("I hated, for Dr. Kelly's sake, to have those flaps go bad"), the surgeon tried again...
...Immigration Commission attempts to manipulate Heikkila like a puppet have two unattractive aspects. It appears that the judiciary is the only branch of government left with a real concern for individual rights and for due process. And if Swing's spleen and Walter's wrist-slapping are any index of the nation's government, we are in a very bad way indeed...
...patient was told by Psychiatrist Kelsey to put his left arm across his abdomen and lock it. He did-so successfully that attendants could not move it. Kelsey added: Keep the arm there until the command "unlock it" is given. Surgeon Barron attached the abdominal flesh to the wrist, and the patient kept his arm in place for three weeks while the graft took. The next stage was tougher: the graft was cut loose from the abdomen, and the arm was laid across the drawn-up right foot. Again, the same commands. After plastic surgery under a light analgesic...
...year-old girl named Djamila Bouazza who had spent three years in a mental hospital, answered most questions by machine-gunning the court with her finger and crying: "Tac-tac-tac." She tried to undress on the witness stand and, frantically spinning a bracelet on her wrist, alternately withdrew her charge against the defendant and renewed it. A French doctor assured the court that Witness Bouazza was sane; two other doctors said they would prefer to express no opinion...
...audience "orchestrate" with him-buzz to simulate loud strings, sing "tick, tick, tick" for a woodwind sound and "takata" for the brasses. "Oo," he commented, "seemed to me sort of bluish. When we sang 'takata' it seemed like a fiery orange." With a flick of the wrist in midsentence, he would bring in the 107-man New York Philharmonic to illustrate his points, rapidly skipping from Mozart to Stravinsky to Hindemith. The finale: a rousing performance of Ravel's Bolero, part of which he compared to "very high class hootchy-kootchy music...