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...University graduates a Robert Treat Paine. The quinquennial catalogue lists seven: in 1749, 1779, 1822, 1855, 1882, 1888, 1922. First and most famed was Robert Treat Paine who signed the Declaration of Independence. His son and namesake became a poet. From the day he answered in couplet the satirical thrust of a classmate "his blessed ruin was inevitable." He fell in with a theatrical company. His father threw him out of the house when he married the leading lady. He took to drink, drifted into poverty, died in the attic of his father's house. The best Bostonians attended...
...mechanism is a simple one. In the ear of the cat is thrust a silver wire with a damp thread on its end. Slipping past the eardrum, the thread drops into the "round window" of the cochlea. This makes one contact. The other is made by a silver plate at the base of the skull. The two wires are hooked to an amplifier and thence to a loud-speaker...
...skull, flesh pretty well messed up with scars, folds and wrinkles but amazingly firm in outline. Head like a big trunk, battered by travel and covered with labels, mostly indecipherable. Cosmopolitan, intact but hard-used. Color warm neutral with dingy hair, thick and ill-groomed at rear. Heavy jowl, thrust out and up like an iguana. Mouth curved judicially, lower lip protrudes. Eyes slanting with complicated puckers beneath, giving air of speculation rather than dissipation. Form lumbering, sits carelessly in comfort with wrinkled shoulders. Bright, direct look, the frank, clear gaze of craft. Clever as hell but so innocent. Tactful...
Last week Assistant Superintendent William Victor Machonachy of the University of Maryland's University Hospital (oldest in Baltimore, founded 1823), told how a staff surgeon was working inside a woman's abdomen when the anesthetist suddenly cried: "Doctor, I cannot feel her pulse." The surgeon thrust his hand under the patient's diaphragm, gently squeezed the heart against the chest wall, slowly relaxed it, squeezed again, relaxed. In a few seconds the heart was beating by itself, and the surgeon resumed the operation...
...then discovered that into the royal laps had been thrust not a death-dealing pistol but a petition signed by the man cut down, Captain Alexander Sumar, retired. "I am tubercular," read the Captain's petition. "My disease caused me to be retired from Your Majesty's service. I beg to be reinstated...