Word: armadilloes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...entrance to the fair is the geodesic dome, a 78-ft.-high, aluminum, gold-anodized building based on the original design by Architect R. Buckminster Fuller, which resembles a giant, gilded armadillo shell and houses a kaleidoscope of scientific and technical exhibits. Across seven screens -which take up one-third of the interior wall space-flash keyed sets of color pictures of U.S. life (e.g., seven cities, seven college campuses, etc., accompanied by Russian commentary and musical score). This unique process was invented by Designer Charles Eames. Watching the thousands of colorful glimpses of the U.S. and its people...
...South America, giant sloths (Mylo-dons) as big as men survived long enough in the high wilds of Patagonia to be killed by ancient Indians. Their skins have been found in caves. A giant armadillo with a shell 12 ft. long was hunted too. The strange beasts reported by Indians living in Patagonia today may be giant sloths or armadillos that the ancient hunters missed...
...rich, beautiful and pushing 40 (determinedly ahead of her, with a 10-ft. pole), gives him good reason for alarm. In Paris she flutteres her feathers across the stage of the Folies-Bergere. In the south of France she becomes romantically involved with a Mediterranean matron-menace named Amadeo Armadillo, and in the Tyrol with an obnoxiously handsome Nazi named Putzi. In London Lady Gravell-Pitt, a flatulent and fraudulent old sandbarge, undertakes to direct Mame's entry into court society...
Killing for Defense. Minor characters of Cut and Shoot included Cousin Armadillo, who stays on the Harris farm because he likes it, is called "Armadillo" because he has killed (he claims) 6,632 of the little beasts and keeps their ears to prove it-and Uncle Bob, who killed a man. Explained Roy's brother Tobe: "This fellow decided to kill Uncle Bob. He and two pals caught Bob in a saloon. The fellow offered Bob a drink, and when Bob lifted it to his lips, he hit him in the head with an automobile wrench. Bob staggered...
Poking his wobbly way through the scrub, stubble and sand of Florida's Cape Canaveral comes a creature from the ages. The armadillo, his precision-made armor plate intermeshing fluidly, moseys along, oblivious of time. Skittering across his path is another anachronism, the beady-eyed, evil-looking horned lizard, uglier than the sum of the menacing spikes that jut from his body. On trundles the armadillo, scarcely noticing a wide hole in the ground. From the hole run two telephone lines; a few feet away, they connect to a pair of phones lying in a ditch. The armadillo scratches...