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Scampering and wagging her tail, the brown and white dog on the movie screen seemed nothing more than a picture of normal canine happiness. But to the meeting of the American College of Surgeons, the happy-go-lucky mutt was of signal significance. Within her chest was another dog's heart, transplanted by Dr. Richard R. Lower of the Medical College of Virginia more than a year before. She and another pup had not only survived with substitute hearts, but they were able to function normally-even to the extent, in the brown and white dog's case...
...have been inhaling the gas since it was introduced last month by collegians returning from the West Coast. In Medford, at least 200 high school students were using it. Literally scared sick by the McCuan tragedy, scores of them fled to family doctors and hospitals, complaining of aches, stabbing chest pains and sleeplessness. Most of the symptoms seemed to be psychosomatic. But doctors warned that sniffers might suffer long-lasting effects, possibly brain-cell damage, from anoxia...
...nothing but filth, dope, narcotics, and sex. Our young people have got to be protected. The daughters of Cambridge residents, he says, must not be tempted. "Obviously I don't see myself as the father image of these girls," explains the Mayor, a squat man with a barrel chest and bull neck. "But I represent the thinking of a community...
...Crimson got a little more in the spirit of the game in the second quarter, adding four goals. Montero set up the first one, passing to Lutz Hoeppner out in front, and then bounced a pass off Damigella's chest which Jaime Vargas converted into a score...
Crawling out of his sandbagged bunker, the helmeted Marine blinks in the afternoon light, cocks his head for a moment, listening intently, and then starts jogtrotting down the hill. With frayed trousers flapping and a cumbersome flak jacket jiggling against his bare chest, he makes his way through the debris of cartridge boxes and C-ration cans. Deep, viscous red mud sucks at his boots and oozes up to his knees as he struggles down the slope. Suddenly, from high above, comes a familiar, chilling whine. "Incoming!" someone yells, and the leatherneck flattens himself in the mud. The artillery shell...