Word: youngs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Highway. In the abundant fourth generation (57 members), the doctors ignored all under 15 because narcolepsy is a tricky diagnosis in the young. Still, they found several cases. Their first patient's 20-year-old son had the not surprising habit of falling asleep in church, but carried it to the extreme of doing so while serving as an altar boy. Recently he was fired for sleeping on his job. and he has already had two serious accidents, in one of which he demolished...
...ramshackle Chicago laboratory, an earnest, imaginative young scientist named Emil Grubbe gazed at the greenish glow coming from a Crookes vacuum tube he had made. He put his left hand on the tube. It was warm. Grubbe (pronounced Grew-bay) was satisfied that the tube (useful only in scientific experiments) was working right. By summer's end, a severe skin irritation appeared on Grubbe's left hand. Dermatologists had no idea what it was. Then Grubbe heard that, from similar tubes, Wilhelm Konrad Roentgen had generated a new and mysterious form of radiation-X rays. "I knew then...
...Dodgers have men to match. Towering (6 ft. 6 in.. 205 Ibs.) Don Drysdale (13-6) is the ace of a slick young pitching staff, and Third Baseman Jim Gilliam (.318) always seems to be on base. But the biggest man of all in the Dodger infield is that old pro-and beloved Brook-lynite-First Baseman Gil Hodges, 35, who can still field like a vacuum cleaner and at .293 put the ball game away with his bat. Last week in the first game against the Giants, he slammed a two-run homer; in the second, he slapped...
...team, as once happened in Brooklyn. Nor has any Dodger fan shot a buddy who had the temerity to knock the Bums, as also happened in Brooklyn. But things are heating up fast enough. Giant Manager Bill Rigney makes no bones about who is going to win: "My young bulls have the taste of first place, and they like it. We're going to win the pennant." The Dodger fans' answer: a rootin'-tootin' cavalry blast on dozens of trumpets carried into the ballpark, followed by a full-throated bellow from the stands: "CHARGE...
This year's tour followed the old tradition: to the clatter of cowbells, bagpipes and lusty Breton hymns, the pilgrims marched the ten penitential miles. Bearing crosses and banners, whole families walked together, singing and praying. The young helped the old across improvised bridges and through the sharp stubble of newly sickled wheat. At twelve resting places along the way, prayers were recited in makeshift chapels. That evening Locronan doors stayed open, and big rustic tables were laden with crêpes, bread, butter and cider. Last week the rituals ended with midnight Mass and a pageant re-enacting...