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...home." New York Herald Correspondent Stephen Bonsai, father of the new U.S. Ambassador to Cuba, visited Havana's Laurel Ditch, the Spanish execution ground, and wrote: "Clots of dark human blood, as we slipped on it, clung to our feet like glue. In the wall, a thousand ghastly bullet holes." Spain's efficient, Prussian-descended General Valeriano ("The Butcher") Weyler, the elegant Marquis of Tenerife, decreed that the noncombatants be rounded up into huge concentration camps. In Havana province alone, 50,000 prisoners starved to death. After the U.S.S. Maine exploded in Havana harbor, the U.S. outcry brought...
Once the Colts got the ball in overtime, Unitas put the game away. He waited until the last second in the face of Giant tackling, hit his receivers with bullet passes, sent Fullback Alan Ameche the final yard for a hair-raising 23-17 victory and the Colts' first N.F.L. title...
...shot stops the clock. The Colorado Frontier Gunslingers' President Jim Dillon, a Denver butcher who likes to wear Western clothes under his meatcutter's apron, has been timed at a flashy .12 sec. In other contests, contestants fix a man-sized target, are timed from draw to bullet's impact...
Ejection came fast. First out was Holland. Strapped in his seat, he hit the air like a bullet splattering against a steel wall. The blasting air stream broke his right arm, fractured his pelvis, pulled apart the ligaments of his left leg, belted his face and body into a raw, black and blue mess. Then his chute opened. Pilot Smith ejected next, took the same pummeling as his body shot into the steely air, but his chute never opened and he fell, crushed, to the ground. Navigator Gradel's blast-out broke his arms and legs, his right shoulder...
...Engineer Bob Shotwell, 47. With great restraint, Shotwell and his 40-man launch team quietly waited in their bunker a full seven minutes after the lift-off before they dared shout. Then, says Shotwell, "everybody started congratulating everybody. We knew we had done it. It was going like a bullet; nothing could stop it." To celebrate, the Atlas contractor, Convair, launched a bubbly champagne party at the nearby Starlite Motel, and the jubilant missilemen hoisted Operations Manager B. G. (for Byron Gordon) MacNabb (TIME, Dec. 30) on their shoulders and carried him around the room...