Wednesday

Oct. 8, 1997

The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm

by Wallace Stevens

WEDNESDAY 10/8

Today's Reading: "The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm" by Wallace Stevens from THE COLLECTED POEMS OF WALLACE STEVENS, published by Alfred A. Knopf.

The Tennessee Fall Homecoming Festival starts today at the Museum of Appalachia in Norris, Tennessee, featuring old-time mountain crafts and music.

Don Larsen pitched a perfect game for the Yankees back in 1956, beating the Brooklyn Dodgers 2-0 in the fifth game of the World Series.

Molecular biologist Cesar Milstein, who developed monoclonal antibodies that gave immunity against specific diseases, was born in Bahia Blanca, Argentina, in 1926.

British biochemist Rodney Porter, who won the 1972 Nobel Prize for determining the chemical structure of an antibody, was born in Lancashire, England, in 1917.

In 1906 a machine that put a permanent wave in hair was first demonstrated to an audience in London by Karl Ludwig Nessler; the client had to wear a dozen brass curlers, each weighing nearly two pounds, the process took about six hours.

Journalist Charles Henry Dow, founder of the WALL STREET JOURNAL, began charting trends of stocks and bonds in 1897. The Dow Jones Average, as it came to be called, computed a daily industrial average by adding the value of one share of each of 12 major stocks and dividing the total by 12.

The Great Chicago Fire began on this day in 1871, supposedly started when Mrs. O'Leary's cow kicked over a lantern in her barn on DeKoven Street.

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