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Stocky Vanique (he looks like a young John Garner) is prepared to spend two years among the Moriegos, Cara Preta and Chavantes Indians, some savage and hos tile, some half-civilized. His frontiersmen must chop out clearings for future Brazilian towns, must fight pumas, oncas (panthers) and the tamanduá, a giant ant-eating bear with a head and neck like a horse. They must convince Indians that an influx of settlers will be good. Be cause Brazil has a law prohibiting the use of firearms against Indians (TIME, Dec. 15, 1941), only the party's official hunters will...
Unwrapping a package mailed to them last week, Cleveland OPA officials found a cooked pork chop inside. With it was a letter from an indignant Buffalo businessman. He had ordered a chop in a restaurant, and had been served the minuscule chunk enclosed, which weighed less than two ounces. OPA officials got busy on the case, pausing only to issue a hasty plea to irate citizens: just tell us about it, never mind sending the evidence...
Sculpture Plus Chemistry. When he was a boy on a Kentucky farm, Dawn used to take a cold chisel, hammer and spoon over to the creek bank and chop faces in soft sandstone. Many years later, after time spent as a sailor, dishwasher and cowhand-always with a lump of sculptor's clay in his pocket - a Hollywood studio hired him to be an Indian brave...
...over new ways to torture Freshmen and take the joy out of their bright young lives. If he were not enthusiastically devoted to what he calls a "blundering and profane" game of tennis, if he did not spend his summers on a Vermont farm where he can swim and chop wood and write, if his own two children were not rather young, he would make a wonderful grandfather. He has forgotten his age; he looks at you straightforwardly with kindly, maybe even twinkling eyes; he smokes a pipe while he talks; and once there was even the massive bound lying...
...city's normal traffic slows to a halt as gas and power run out and heavy snows fall; Leningrad becomes a ghostly metropolis without moving vehicles, and masses of people trudge silently through the snowy streets, dragging their burdens on small sleds. When the water system fails, they chop holes in the ice to scoop water out of the gutters. They line up daily in long queues for their dwindling food rations; each carries off an allotment of bread that barely covers the palm of his hand. In their heatless homes and factories they work, eat and sleep...