Word: celling
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Just then Hermann Göring was crunching a phial of potassium cyanide (no one knew where it came from). When guards and a chaplain rushed into his cell, he was dying. Meanwhile, near Nürnberg's old imperial Castle, a band of German children hung Göring in effigy. Then they burned the makeshift scaffold and silently marched around the fire, watching it scatter weird shadows among the rubble...
...each platform rose two heavy beams, supporting a heavy crosspiece with a hook for the rope in the middle. An inconspicuous lever served to open the traps. The space beneath the traps was hidden by curtains. 1:11 a.m. Two white-helmeted guards led Joachim von Ribbentrop from his cell down the corridor and across the courtyard. He walked as in a trance, his eyes half closed. The wind ruffled his sparse grey hair. Overhead, the same wind whipped clouds into bizarre patterns...
...spent long hours with his staff planning every last detail of the prisoners' life. He arranged anti-suicide cells in which even the tables were designed to collapse under a man's weight. He posted 24-hour guards before each cell and insisted that the prisoners sleep with hands outside the blankets. He required prisoners to take exercise periods during which their cells were searched. He had designed interview booths in which prisoners and visitors could converse with one another without being able to touch hands. All seemed well, but Andrus forgot that a pattern had been...
...theories blossomed. Samples: the poison capsule was hidden in his pipe stem, in a small abdominal incision, in a tooth, in the binding of a book. Dizziest theory of the lot was that Göring faked the gurgling sounds of pain which first attracted the guard to his cell; thereupon the guard summoneJ the doctor, who then administered the poison...
...solitary prisoner now in France's Ile d'Yeu Fortress, ten miles offshore in the Bay of Biscay, the 90-year-old ex-hero of Verdun is still as crusty as ever. In rugged health he spends his days pondering in justice in a large, whitewashed cell furnished with a metal army cot, a dresser, a wooden chair, a kerosene lamp and two clothes presses. Beneath his one barred window is a small round hole which the Marshal is convinced is a peephole. Last month Pétain's jailer added a wicker lounge chair...