Word: dangerous
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Minutes after the blast, Roseburg began to rally. From the Rumblebees Motorcycle Club to the National Guard, volunteer forces backed up police and firemen, sealed off the 23-block danger area, hauled the 52 injury cases to hospitals, kept out looters. Damage estimates ran to $12 million, but the count on the dead was harder to come by. The coroner's deputies accounted for twelve bodies, then sent off for lab tests samples of lighter ashes that might be eight or more transients in transient apartments. Five blocks from the crater lay a bent axle, the biggest piece left...
...French estimates of reserves; they observed that the Sahara's sweet crude (more than 40 degree gravity) yields far more gasoline than Kuwait crude-but less than half as much heavy fuel oil. France most needs heavy fuel oil for its industry, said Petroleum Week, warning of the danger that "France would soon have gasoline running out its ears...
Burns over Bone. Behind the wheels in crash helmets were the drivers, a peculiar breed willing to pay the price for loving danger. There was Bill Stead, 34, a Nevada rancher with a cowpoke's windburned face, whose legs and arms bear unhealed burns as souvenirs of a wild ride last March when his Maverick blew up at 175 m.p.h. on Lake Mead. Stead had coolly stuck to the boat: "Burns hurt a little more, but I'd rather have them than broken bones, and I've had both...
...would embarrass Helen Trent. It is also awkwardly resolved: the play ended with the girl surviving the abortion-and only then did the walls of noncommunication tumble -but the movie tacks on a climactic chase in the night, in which the boy's father snatches the girl from danger, then gives his son enough money to go off and get married somewhere, presumably anywhere, so long as it's away from home. This dubious happy ending suggests an even more dubious moral: Go as far as you like, kids, but admit everything, and then it's possible...
...divorce her and marry his secretary, a colorless, clinging type named Eve. This triangular time bomb is the dominant theme. The younglove interest is entrusted to a boy who seems to be losing his wits (his mother died in a mental institution) anoa pretty juvenile delinquent who is in danger of making a habit of motel weekends with married men. The murder victim is a gigolo-like blackmailer. Author Quentin is a skilled carpenter at knocking together a neat puzzle and in sending the reader haring off down a dozen false trails. But it is hard to be sympathetically involved...