Try doing a search using scholar.google.com. It will return only (mostly) scientific articles.
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From: Ohio birds <[log in to unmask]> on behalf of Bill Whan <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, December 16, 2017 11:52:04 AM
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Subject: [Ohio-birds] Interesting material on the death of Lawrence Hicks (long)
Just have to say how bogus the search engines are these days. Polluted
by advertising. I entered the name of the full title of an article in a
very well-known journal ("In Memoriam: Lawrence Emerson Hicks") but got
a long list of crap--flowmeters, public radio, alumni societies,
appliances--but fortunately I knew where to find it in the archives of
The Auk in July 1958:279-280.
Readers of this list will learn a lot by reading that In Memoriam at
https://urldefense.proofpoint.com/v2/url?u=https-3A__sora.unm.edu_node_20668&d=DwICaQ&c=3buyMx9JlH1z22L_G5pM28wz_Ru6WjhVHwo-vpeS0Gk&r=EQ35l8j6eH_DAx31GLQzvuEUBjKJvuwB3jijtstP24k&m=vsdw7WaQmki3jtBChK2uIZP8JrMN59f6UD_Er6aWqxQ&s=AITfBnNskbPHHcZhpo-OD0JmFkJ8R6VPd9sdnpu5gdg&e= . In addition, the keepers of records
at the West Virginia Archives, recently discussed here, have some less
formal documents that throw light on the premature death of a fine
scientist who deserved to live much longer.
I am offering these hard-to-find informal documents here, as my stack
of submitted but unpublished articles for The Ohio Cardinal grows ever
larger, and perhaps folks who don't subscribe will find it of interest.
The following typescript from the folks at the West Virginia archives
memorializes an informal account of a birding expedition undertaken by
Hicks and his birding companions ; the name of the reporter ("Tippy") is
uncertain, but those of the participants are familiar to many of us:
"On Dec. 27, 1956, at Ashtabula, Larry Hicks, age 52, won a coldly
contested swimming race in Lake Erie with a papa White-winged Scoter,
age on the quacking side (?) of 50. Larry was nice (?) and pink and
nekid but it diddent make any difference as everything was excluded and
deserted. Only a spire-type abandoned warehouse overlooked from a high
hill. At the 209 foot mark Donald was still gaining. When he tired
Tippy swam along-side and gave encouraging nibbles. When Larry tired,
not having Haller swimming at his side to hurl Anserian invectives at
his opponent, Larry tired.
Suddenly the old warehouse turned into a converted Port office
building with side-splitting ravishing office girls hanging from every
window. All this didn't warm Larry a bit but Donald reared back in the
water to get a McCarthy stare on the heavenly bodies. At this moment,
like a Venice postman on his appointed rounds, Larry swished past at the
speed of a porpoise at 16 below, slurped Donald's toes into his teeth
and made off for points north like a far-north Labrador retriever, only
to froth out of the water like a Masstiff.
Meanwhile Ernie Limes crouched in the end of an old fishing boat
over a pile of fish and their parts representing every month since the
last war. After trying out green, yellow and purple for
appropriateness, Ernie developed a new standard shade of white trying to
decide in two or three seconds how an Olympic-rated swimmer could rescue
a sub-adult delinquent while swimming in his hip boots and double deer
hunting clothes. He kept taking off clothes the rest of the day. Someone
always misses the fun. Claugus became so absorbed in unsnarling an old
frozen fish rope as a possible rescue line, that he didn't know anything
had happened. Anyway it was all Milt Trautman's fault. This is the first
year he hasn't kept himself immediately between Larry and any H-two-O.
If Larry survives his social dunking and some 19,843 neck twirlings from
thissaway birds that went thataway and vece visa, both he and Donald
will at the M-W meeting. Suh hep me, the above is closer to the truth
than anything Uppy ever writ--but don't tell Larry. I gotta eat. Tippy H."
A photocopy is attached to the foot of this report, evidently
handwritten and signed by Hicks himself. It reads "After being sicker
than in all my life put together for last 10 days and taking more
punishment than in 30 years of wrestling, I got into the hospital--all
over a little neck-whip in the auto accident. Hope 1957 is just the
opposite for you. L. E. H."
The above manuscript was dated 12/17, and Hicks was to die three days
later.
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