Word: triggers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...unlikely material: pigeon livers. "You have to follow your nose," he says. "You don't map it out. You try one experiment, then another, and bring some sense into it." This method led him, by 1945, to the isolation of coenzyme A, one of the most important trigger chemicals in the body. Dr. Lipmann has shown that his coenzyme is a factor in the body's production of vital substances such as fatty acids and steroid hormones. Some researchers hope that it may help to track down the cause of cancer, but Dr. Lipmann says modestly: "Our type...
Being practical types, they decide not to bury him under the sidewalk ("Aw-ya gotta kill him first"), but to finesse his extinction. One of the boys gets his father's rifle, lets Joey pull the trigger. Older brother Lennie falls down groaning, with a sinister smear of ketchup spreading on his chest. The others shout, "He's dead! You killed your brother, Joey!" Terrified. Joey runs home. No mother. Desperate, he grabs the $6 she left for them, and, hugging his trusty six-shooter, takes it on a lonesome lam that leads...
...erroneous picture of the attitude of the Submarine Force toward the problems encountered in connection with its postwar new-construction program ... I believe that I am reasonably well qualified to reflect that attitude, since I was the commissioning executive officer in Harder and have been commanding officer of Trigger, another of the new class . . . The overall design of these new attack submarines is excellent, and many of their capabilities represent large advances over previous submarine standards. The "novel lightweight diesel engines" are a legitimate attempt on the part of the Navy to develop a more efficient diesel . . . Since January...
...quiet night, was a pleasant summer bivouac. They slept on cots in Perry's concrete-floored hutments (billeting: $1 a day), ate cafeteria-style in a big mess hall, stole off to the beach, a stone's throw from the steady fusillade. Off the range, they talked trigger-happily of their guns...
...still held a thin lead over Armyman Benner. While the others ate lunch, Harry Reeves flopped in his hut. Shuttling between his cot and the range all through the sweltering afternoon, Reeves was a shaky, sweaty wreck. But in each critical instant of firing, he aimed surely, squeezed the trigger steadily, guided his bullets by instinct, if not by sight. His 2,606 points beat Benner, who slipped to 2,595-a level only a handful of pistol-men can ever hope to attain. Harry Reeves's two daughters rushed up to buss him for winning his fifth National...