Word: cobra
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Tourists behaved as tourists should, trekked dutifully to the Floating Market and the Cobra Farms, gawked earnestly at the gleaming Emerald Buddha in the Grand Palace temple. Bangkok's shops were bulging with niello silverware, hand-woven silks, carved teak heads and snakeskin bags. What was more, the prices were low. For lunch the visitors ate cold prawns in the air-conditioned Chez Eve,* while an Indonesian quartet imported from Singapore played Slow Boat to China...
Another sizzling hot rock is Kirk Douglas, who began his theatrical career as a carnival wrestler, moved on to Broadway before he went to Hollywood in 1945. In his eighth picture, Champion, Douglas was poisonously perfect in the cobra-cold title role. Warner promptly signed him to a seven-year contract for nine pictures at about $125,000 a picture...
...into position for the picture, she patted its head, stroked its back, quietly coaxed it to extend its hood. As the cobra's head began to bob rhythmically back & forth, Mrs. Wiley felt suddenly that it was not responding well. "It's getting nervous," she said. "I'd better put it away." As she reached for it, the cobra struck...
...full 30 seconds she struggled to get the needle-sharp fangs out of her middle finger, pressing with all her strength against the cobra's locked jaws. When she had torn the snake loose and carefully returned it to its cage, she calmly instructed the photographer to apply tourniquets to her wrist and elbow told him where to find stimulants and needles. But the needles were rusty and the vials broke in the photographer's hand. "Take me to a hospital at once," she ordered. "This is serious...
Forty minutes after the cobra struck, Mrs. Wiley was in Long Beach Municipal Hospital. The only antivenom serum there was from North American snakes, and useless for cobra bites. Her throat muscles had begun to contract ominously. Mrs. Wiley, now almost unconscious, shook her head hopelessly. She was put into an iron lung, but it was too late; the paralysis was creeping through her chest. When it reached her heart muscles, an hour and forty minutes after she had been bitten, Grace Wiley died...