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...Gann's plane suffered from a broken hinge bolt that helped hold the tail flipper. By sheer good fortune, he had flown with just the right combination of power, speed and weight to keep the damaged flipper from pulling too far away from the rest of the tail. On the very same day, an Eastern Air Lines DC-4, cruising in calm air over Bainbridge, Md., had the same trouble, nosed over into a death dive that killed all 53 on board...
...prohibit the more cosmopolitan practice of slipping the tips into the dancers' costumes. With tips, the girls average between $150 and $200 a week, depending on basic salary. Although they are forbidden to sit with the customers, the dancers are sometimes proffered drinks, and most of them can bolt one down in mid-shimmy...
...Industrialist Bernard Goldfine, now finished with a three-month stretch for contempt of court and adjudged psychologically incompetent to stand trial on a tax evasion rap, tried to extend his sphere of largesse beyond Presidential Aide Sherman Adams. Among other grand gestures, Goldfine once sent every state Governor a bolt of costly vicuna fabric turned out in his own mills. One Governor who never returned the gift was Michigan Democrat G. Mennen ("Soapy") Williams, Jack Kennedy's new Assistant Secretary of State for African Affairs. Last week, at a farewell party thrown for him by Michigan newsmen, Williams raffled...
Panic & Fire. On a street of old brownstone houses in Brooklyn a man looked up and saw "a large bolt of lightning." In a house on Staten Island, across the Narrows from Brooklyn, a housewife heard a noise that sounded like a "thousand dishes crashing from the sky." As she watched, the TWA Connie, carrying 44 passengers and crewmen, crashed to earth near by. Seconds later, a broken and torn DC-8 jet, which had been United Air Lines' proud Flight 826, bound for Idlewild from Chicago with 84 people, fell out of the sky into Brooklyn...
...shabby boardinghouse on West Kinmel Street owned by his mother, Mrs. Sarah Jane Harvey, 65. She had been under treatment for a cancerous stomach tumor, and he planned to have the house spruced up as a surprise for her when she got back from the hospital. Forcing the bolt of the closet, he opened the door and fell back in horror. Huddled on the floor at his feet, under thick layers of cobwebs and dust, was the shriveled body of a woman, partly covered with a moth-eaten blanket and the decayed remnants of a blue dressing gown. The skull...