Biometrika is a peer-reviewed scientific journal published by Oxford University Press for the Biometrika Trust. It was established in October, 1901. The editor-in-chief is A. C. Davison. The principal focus of this journal is theoretical statistics. It was established in 1901 and originally appeared quarterly. It changed to three issues per year in 1977 but returned to quarterly publication in 1992.
Biometrika was established in 1901 by Francis Galton, Karl Pearson, and Raphael Weldon to promote the study of biometrics. The history of Biometrika is covered by Cox (2001). The name of the journal was chosen by Pearson, but Francis Edgeworth insisted that it be spelt with a "k" and not a "c". Since the 1930s, it has been a journal for statistical theory and methodology. Galton's role in the journal was essentially that of a patron and the journal was run by Pearson and Weldon and after Weldon's death in 1906 by Pearson alone until he died in 1936. In the early days, the American biologists Charles Davenport and Raymond Pearl were nominally involved but they dropped out. On Pearson's death his son Egon Pearson became editor and remained in this position until 1966. David Cox was editor for the next 25 years. So, in its first 65 years Biometrika had effectively a total of just three editors, and in its first 90 years only four. Other people who were deeply involved in the journal included William Palin Elderton, an associate of Pearson's who published several articles in the early days and in 1935 became chairman of the Biometrika Trust.
hold me, baby, try to think of how you made me
hold me, baby, while the world gets bored and lazy
and hold me, hold me, tighter than I ever thought I could be, tighter than you'd hold a memory...
time, bubbling under, I will rise, I will shake
material gain in a new lifetime to be rid of the right
when I can only sing true nature of things
and I'll rearrange and I'll stand, tall as Centrepoint
time, subtle as sunshine, I will rise, I'll abstain
with patience I gain in a new lifestyle, to be rid of the rage
then I can only sing of the power of learning
when I realise I can stand, tall as Centrepoint
CHORUS:
be my drug (x3)
hold me, baby, try to make it a little less crazy
and hold me, tighter than I ever thought I could be, and tighter than you hold a memory...
time, bubbling under, I will rise, I will train
then I can only sing of the true nature of things
and I'll feel the pain I won't feel again
and I will rise to the other side where I'll stay, and I'll stand, tall as Centrepoint