Word: armes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Where Was the Fireman? Some of the commuters were as lucky as Land. One arm and one foot broken. Trainman Joe McDonald struggled to the door of the first coach and, in a welter of lifeless bodies, floated up to sunlight. Lloyd Nelson, 33. of Little Silver, N.J.. a survivor of the Pennsylvania Railroad wreck at Woodbridge, N.J. in 1951 (84 dead), had got a window open before his coach splashed into the bay. From the dangling car some passengers crawled hand over hand up the luggage racks to take rescuing ropes and hands. But Snuffy Stirnweiss died...
...ringmaster for the three-ring circus that surrounds Mr. Poston is George Abbott, who seems to have been directing this sort of play since long before nearly anybody was born. In his old age Mr. Abbott has grown permissive towards arm-waving and other forms of over-acting, but nobody can deny that he keeps things fairly lively. Among his hired hands, Paul Hartman is disappointing as the septuxorial playboy, but a tubby gent named John McGiver, playing the foggiest of Mr. Poston's employers, takes up some of the slack by being funny both drunk and sober...
Files and folders tucked in his arm, Detroit Labor Lawyer George S. (for Stephen) Fitzgerald, 56, strolled into the McClellan committee's high-ceilinged hearing room last week, as he has most days since the committee began to grill Teamster President James Riddle Hoffa and half a dozen Fitzgerald-represented Hoffa lieutenants. But this time the beet-faced, bulge-bellied barrister plopped himself not in the customary attorney's seat but in the red-leathered witness chair. For two days Witness Fitzgerald (without counsel) angrily denied that he had been furtive or unethical in carrying out sometimes strange...
...held revolvers to our frightened faces. The third undressed us. In two minutes we were in our underwear. Her whole body quivering, she grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs...
...first into the marshal's office, then into the tax commissioner's office. They carried him back to the marshal's office, where they asked him to sign a form that would enable them to release him temporarily. Again McCrackin refused to cooperate, and the arm-weary officials toted him into a detention cell, where he stretched...