Word: deadly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Vincent Sampleses' marriage certainly did not seem made in heaven. In fact, it began in a gutter. Vincent picked up the girl, Geraldine, in a bar at the dead end of a two-week binge. As they left the bar together, Samples fell down in the street. Geraldine's friends urged her to leave him there, but she thought he needed help. In gratitude Vincent married her next day. But after five years and one son, Geraldine had enough, and they got a divorce. Soon she and Vincent decided to try again, and were remarried. But after four...
...Amman to watch the effect. Mobs continued marching through the streets, and by now professional porters were distributing stones from baskets on their backs. But by week's end, the furor had abated, especially after the King freed 1,000 arrested rioters. The toll: at least 16 dead, more than 100 injured...
...lost in mere boom-and-rasp renditions. Tenor Cesare Valletti sang with the sweetness and eloquence of a low-pressure Caruso. Pretty Coloratura Peters was expertly coquettish. Using her voice almost as if it were a tangible object, she tossed a trill to port, another to starboard, a third dead amidships of the great opera house...
...after the war, Air Marshal Sir Victor Goddard of the Royal New Zealand Air Force overheard a conversation at a party. "Wasn't this party to welcome Air Marshal Goddard?" a voice behind him asked. "It certainly was," said another. "Why?" The first voice replied: "He's dead! Died last night in a crash." The air marshal turned. There was apology and explanation-"I had a dream last night. It seemed so true." The dream was described; the air marshal laughed and thought no more about it, until-At this point in The Night My Number Came...
...through Trinity College and he seems to have sulked his way to bad marks and a "courtesy degree." As a schoolboy, he had once spent one and sixpence for a horse on its way to the slaughterhouse. He wanted the glory of riding it through Kilkenny town. It fell dead beneath him. Pride and its fall became the pattern of his life...