Word: nestful
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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When science was young it was possible for a species of goose, whose nesting place had never been found, to be regarded as a creature of marine origin, hatched from a barnacle and thus, not being "flesh," eligible for Roman Catholic dinner tables on Friday. Modern science knows that the barnacle goose reproduces itself by laying eggs in the far North, like many another bird. Ornithologists have found the nest of every bird that flies (or does not fly), with very few exceptions...
...Eagle Nest...
Ghosts of rum-tippling, slave-swopping Early Americans arose last week, as Evolution has often done to plague contemporary pedagogy. To the School Board of Franklin. Pa. had been recommended a new textbook for the seventh and eighth grades-Socialized History of the U. S. by Charles Van Nest and Henry Smith. The board read the book, was divided in its opinion. Especially objectionable seemed two passages...
Rogers Caldwell had a dream of economic empire in the South. Caldwell & Co. was the nest in which he hatched banks, corporations, holding companies, investment trusts, realty developments. His domain spread into Kentucky, Missouri, Alabama, Georgia, Arkansas, North Carolina. Self-confident, ambitious, no financial scheme was too big for him to tackle. He believed in the economic destiny of the South, sought to force its maturity. To his aid he drew Col. Lea, an experienced politician and publicist. Together they bought newspapers, extended their holdings, yearned for more power. Times were good. They borrowed heavily for fresh expansions, pyramided...
When Victor Nave, window washer, crawled out to do a tenth-story window of San Francisco's Rochester building one day last week, he found a falcon's nest on an upper ledge. A thorough cleaning nan, he swept it away. Down plunged sticks, straw and some squeaking nestlings. Down, too, with beak and talons at Victor Nave's face plunged the mother hawk, her mate hovering near with angry cries. Victor Nave, his face streaming blood, clung to the window ledge as the birds dashed at him again & again. At last he loosed his hold, steadied...