As soon as the syrup passes into the coolers, and is met by the air, it grains, and the molasses at once escapes through the sieves into a cistern below. It is then white or loaf sugar of the finest kind—clear, clean, and as white as snow. When cool, it is taken out, packed into hogsheads, and is ready for market.

He turned himself into an instant vexillographer — a flag designer. […] Now 75 years old, the vexillographer has been living in Canada for the last 35 years. His vexillographer friends stopped him, “Hey! that is Netherlands’ flag! Careful! Queen Juliana or is it Queen Beatrix! She will shoot you on sight for stealing the colors plus the design,” they warned him. [… T]he Flag Institute has called him a “Vexillographer” — the professional title of a flag designer. All in all the Congress was highly successful with Dr. JEHANGIR R MEDORA of Canada presenting the Zoroastrian Flag of Friendliness and Brotherhood designed by him as a Vexillographer to all Delegates […]

Few concepts are as emotionally charged as that of race. The word conjures up a mixture of associations—culture, ethnicity, genetics, subjugation, exclusion and persecution. But is the tragic history of efforts to define groups of people by race really a matter of the misuse of science, the abuse of a valid biological concept?

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