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Banting went to Macleod, asked for ten dogs and an assistant for eight weeks. He got them. He and Charles Herbert Best, still a medical student but an expert on blood sugar measurement, went feverishly to work in a hot, shabby little laboratory heavy with the smell of anesthetic. Many more dogs than ten were necessary; in fact, one of the key dogs of the search was No. 92. But one day a miracle happened. A dog which the experimenters had turned into a diabetic by removing its pancreas lay dying, unable to get to its feet. They shot some...
...spot for more than ten days. The species vary greatly. Though all contain vital green chlorophyll, some diatoms and dinoflagellates are brown or yellow or red-whence the Red Sea. Other diatoms sometimes make the sea stink. In fact, diatoms probably cause the universal "fishy" taste and smell of sea creatures...
Allen Trevaskis '42 and Winny White '42 of Kirkland House were confidently at work yesterday fixing a newly acquired refrigerator which had gone suddenly on the blink, when the smell of sulfur began to fill the room. Before a leak of poisonous sulfur dioxide from the icebox was suspected, the two were half asphixiated...
...physically tough, and rides, plays golf, goes swimming even when crises are thickest. His calm is unshatterable, he can be hurried by no man. He is sociable but completely unaffected, and loves to quote Hotspur's contemptuous speech about popinjay staff officers who shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, and talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, of guns and drums and wounds. His blood runs thick with soldiery: his first ancestor in Britain was a Deveauville who came over with William the Conqueror, and he is the third general in three generations of Wavells. His father...
When Alfonso XIII was King of Spain his summer capital was Santander, an old fishing port that had become Spain's most fashionable resort, with broad, shaded streets and quiet parks and a fresh, clean smell that blew in from the Bay of Biscay. Spain's best bulls and matadores appeared in Santander when the King was there; on hot summer afternoons Alfonso, no aficionado, used to go to the bullfights because it was expected of him, watching with that indifference to pain which is a part of the heritage of all Spaniards. Last week Alfonso was dying...