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...Styx, the sacred river!" sang the soprano, and flinging aside her dagger, collapsed on the stage. As the curtain fell, buxom Eileen Farrell hoisted herself to her feet, trudged back to her dressing room and sighed: "When I'm through this role, I'll be ready for the paddy wagon...
...plane outran a pursuing government DC-3. Then, its gas gone, the plane tried to glide into the nearby U.S. Navy base at Guantánamo and nosed into the nearby bay. Watchers at the base's radar screen saw it vanish-another mystery of the cloak-and-dagger Cuban civil...
...Axis out of strategic French North Africa. In December 1940, Murphy went to Algiers, negotiated a deal with the Vichy authorities to supply them with U.S. economic aid and U.S. "technical assistants," soon took charge of an expanding North African intelligence network. North Africa began Murphy's cloakand-dagger days. On the eve of the U.S.British landings in North Africa in the fall of 1942, Bob Murphy took on the name, identification papers and guise of Lieut. Colonel McGowan, U.S. Army. He flew secretly to London for talks with Supreme Commander Dwight Eisenhower, then to Washington to confer with...
Producer Douglas set aside yet another $1,000,000 to light the publicity bonfires and warn the populace that "The Vikings Are Coming!" Reviewers all over the U.S. have been showered with plastic viking ships and savage-looking letter openers in the form of a viking dagger. Seven Norwegian seamen, lured by the hope of adding another Leif to the nautical history of the Northmen, are sailing across the Atlantic in one of the ships used in the film, and the TV cameras will be waiting for them at the docks. The opening of the picture was described by Douglas...
This week's installment gave the Pic's 5,677,000 readers an even wilder fourpence worth: "I was wielding the dagger just like our savage ancestors wielded their weapons 20,000 years ago . . . We rolled over and over and my sweating hand plunged the weapon frenziedly and repeatedly into his chest and legs . . . I plunged the blade into his ribs. I know; I heard them crack...