Word: alarming
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...tense days the twin strings of steel cars loaded with deadly nerve-gas rockets cautiously wove through seven Southern states. On board, teams of chemical specialists rummaged amidst the exposed cargo testing for dangerous emissions. A dozen pigeons and rabbits -living alarm systems in the event of escaping gas-flopped in wire cages. Overhead, helicopters monitored the tracks ahead for rockslides and other dangers. In Waxhaw, N.C., a picket met one of the trains with a sign saying NERVE GAS MAKES ME NERVOUS. The biggest event of the twin odysseys came when one of the rabbits, named Panic, gave birth...
...police set up a roadblock just outside the civic center, Jim Kean, 47, a photographer for the San Rafael Independent-Journal, who had heard the alarm on a police radio in his car, arrived in the building and practically collided with the escaping gunmen. "You take all the pictures you want," said one. "We are the revolutionaries." As they briefly discussed whether or not to take Kean hostage as well, he and his Independent-Journal colleague Roger Bockrath caught an astonishing series of photographs (see following page). The gunmen decided to leave Kean behind. They walked out into the warm...
Spurred by mounting public alarm over smog-choked cities and a generally threatened ecology, the gasoline producers are dashing to establish their credentials as nature's protectors. They are not alone. Environmental control has become one of the hottest themes on Madison Avenue, and it now appears in ads for firms as disparate as Westinghouse, International Paper and Procter & Gamble. What is the reason? "It is partly conscience and partly good business," says Adman James Durfee, president of Carl Ally, Inc. Adds Kenyon & Eckhardt's Sam Spilo: "It is fear. Businessmen see their corporations threatened for fouling...
...sleep it off in the vestibule under a smashed grandfather clock, when first brightness crashes through ripped drapes into the dehydrated eyes of snockered politicos, lobbyists in underpants, Pentagon sources and the secret police, when the hands that guide our collective destiny reach to kill the screams of the alarm clock and grope for the girl (already fled), at that hour Habbakuk is pushing aside the rind of his grapefruit, sipping the dregs of his coffee, and rereading the telegram that sends him flying to New York by cocktail time, where he must perforce plug in his connections, drop...
...institution it might have been assumed they would love, or lovingly find fault with, without discovering a single effort to clarify, to analyze, to explain or honestly to represent. Always they insinuate, distort, accuse, their aim being not to identify and correct real abuses, but always rather by crying alarm intentionally to arouse and inflame passions in order to build support for "non-negotiable demands," and by this means, to enlarge their following and enhance their power. Clearly the old McCarthy technique is at work again, but this time- it is a sorrow to have to acknowledge...