Word: shorted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...child may have one leg shorter than the other because of injury, disease, or accident of growth. Whatever the cause, the cure has puzzled surgeons. They have tried various methods of evening up the legs-from shortening the long leg to lengthening the short one. Recently doctors have been trying to slow, without entirely stopping, the growth of the longer leg. But the timing is tricky and the methods have been clumsy...
...knee, near the joint, where the bone grows longer. There is no need to try to figure out the exact time when the child's growth will end, Dr. Blount explained. The staples do not keep the leg from growing, but they slow the process. When the short leg has caught up, and the child walks without a limp, the staples are taken out, and both legs can grow at once. The staples may be kept in place as long as two years...
Wayne is so purified by all this experience of birth and death that he takes Baby and heads for the saloon at New Jerusalem. There, as he knows he must, he meets the stern but just sheriff, a short jail term, and, of course, the banker's daughter-who seems willing to wait for him. The sheriff (Ward Bond) gets temporary custody of Baby, a foresighted arrangement, since with all the sentiment lavished on him, the tot is clearly going to grow up to be a very tough citizen...
...second decisive event came when he decided to invent, for use in short stories, a scientific method of crime detection based on the deduction-by-observation habits of Professor Bell. He sketched out a short novel called A Tangled Skein, involving a detective named Sherrinford Holmes and a narrator named Ormond Sacker. Finally, because it sounded better, he changed Sherrinford to Sherlock, and Ormond Sacker to the simpler name of Dr. John Watson. He changed the story's title to A Study in Scarlet. Publishers Ward, Locke & Co. bought it outright (for ?25) and published it in their Christmas...
...modern poetry has any common denominator, it is probably this sense of full but precarious moments-a conviction that beauties are transient, leaseholds short, attitudes fated, and all the foundations mined. Against this conviction Mrs. Daryush, like many another contemporary, balances faith in the precarious art of poetry. Her lyrics are those of a gentlewoman (she lives a retired Oxfordshire country life with her husband, a onetime official of the Persian foreign office), but, like her father's, her poems have responded to public occasions. This was written on the war in Ethiopia...