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...fours that had been piled up for use in the annual Christmas pageant on the Ellipse. As the President began his welcoming remarks, police struggled to keep the two factions apart. The large white welcome banner was ripped to shreds. At that point, the wind carried the first acrid whiffs of tear gas used by police to quell the outbreak toward the ceremonies in progress on the White House lawn
...arrives, torch in hand. Moving it from right to left across the customer's head, using a comb as a baffle, he burns off a few strands at a time, starting at the front of the crown and working down to the earlobes and around the back. The acrid stench of burning hair fills the air. After ten minutes of work, Helmholz shuts off his torch, shampoos the hair to get rid of the smell and dries it under a heat lamp...
...smoke from that acrid parting clears, ABC executives may ponder whether the diva of the dawn's early light is worth $1 million a year to them at night. Most industry analysts seem to think she is. For one thing, ABC executives hope that her departure from NBC'S Today show will deepen that program's recent ratings slide, to the pleasure and profit of ABC's competing Good Morning, America. NBC may well move fast to replace Walters. Some candidates: Candice Bergen, Betty Furness. Bess Myerson and Shana Alexander...
...heavy shock passed through the cruiser, followed by a long, rumbling shudder that felt like an earthquake. Up above, the Kennedy's angled landing deck was smashing through the superstructure of the Belknap like a battering ram. The impact crushed the ship's funnels, sending clouds of acrid smoke billowing through the cruiser. Jet fuel from the Kennedy sluiced over the Belknap's mangled superstructure. With a roar, fire broke out on both ships...
...only pastime she is fitted for--her lone skill--and publishes without bothering to catch her breath for a moment and rate the words that drone on and on. She blithely denounces Ralph Ellison, who was reluctant to risk a second novel, and swishes unseeingly by his acrid message still hanging on in the morass of literature--dangling, perhaps, more tenaciously because he never repeated himself...