Word: clump
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...both grown rich and living in California, were stopping in Chicago on the same night. After two beers, Touhy left with Miller in plenty of time to be in his sister's flat by curfew. The two killers were waiting for them in the shadow of a nearby clump of evergreens. As Touhy and Miller went up the steps of Ethel Alesia's porch, the gunmen stepped to the walk behind them, fired low with six blasts of 12-gauge, 00 buckshot pellets...
From outside comes a peril more dire, if not more wearing, than hunger or boredom or claustrophobia. Nazi boots clump on the cobblestone sidewalks, and the heehaw of the paddy wagon siren sounds in the night; from their window the fugitives watch, horrified, as the greengrocer across the street, and the two Jews he has been harboring, are hauled off. In a scene more tension-packed than anything Alfred Hitchcock ever devised, two Germans search the factory by night after a burglar has broken in. As the refugees huddle breathlessly in the loft, the suspicious Germans stretch out their investigation...
Moving west to Milwaukee, Smith, Coyle & Co. got a workout that all but wore out their camera swivels. Through the zoom lens of an extra camera perched in a clump of pine trees behind center field, the TV audience could watch a pitcher, batter, catcher and a runner on second in one glance; sometimes the camera almost stole the catchers' signals. In the third game, 17 hits squirted about the landscape while the Yankees belittled the Braves, 12-3. The ten innings of the fourth game were a drill in aerial photography as four crucial home runs traveled...
...before the watcher's eyes. Gourds bulge, flowers bloom, tomatoes blush. Best of all are the scenes of underwater life. The archer fish, with fearful accuracy, spits liquid arrows several feet into the air, and bags a butterfly for dinner. The angler fish, looking like nothing but a clump of seaweed, sprouts a fishing pole from its nose, and dangles a tempting piece of built-in bait before a passing mullet. Conclusion: mullet into gullet like a bullet...
...Struggle. The trail led into a heavily thicketed clump of jack pine. There at 4 o'clock they saw the bear ahead. Squires fired; he thought he heard the thud of his slugs striking flesh. The bear came on, and Ken Scott coolly took aim. At 50 ft. he fired three times, then stopped...