Word: died
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...often on foot-trekked American missionaries. They felt unable any longer to live and work in an area where Chinese Communists now marched almost at will. Three missionaries had been shot to death by "bandits" who hauled them from a bus shouting: "You are Americans, and Americans must die!" They were Martha Anderson of Minneapolis, Esther Nordlund of Chicago, and Dr. Alexis Berg of Finland, all attached to an Evangelical Covenant Mission in Hupeh. Others, who reached Hankow, told their stories quietly, without rancor...
Napoleon was unafraid of cannon because he was afraid of something else: cancer. So says Esther H. Vincent, librarian at Northwestern Medical School, in the current Surgery, Gynecology and Obstetrics, official journal of the American College of Surgeons. Writes Miss Vincent: "This fixed idea that he would die from cancer of the stomach saved [Napoleon] from fear of death in any other form. Wounded in battle, he took no heed, for he knew he would not die from bullets. His belief in his charmed life was not fearlessness [nor] faith in his 'miraculous invulnerability,' but certainty that death...
...George Bauer's farmhouse. Mrs. Bauer pleaded with him. Her seven-year-old son had appendicitis. Would he let a neighbor drive them to a hospital? He would. "I knew they would tell the cops," Sherbondy said, "but I couldn't let the little kid die." When the guards came for him, he just about caved in. His legs were frozen to the knees...
...Mosquito fighter-bomber, landing, had crashed into a parked Dakota, transforming both into a ballooning cloud of orange fire and black smoke. Out of the cloud ran the pilot, streaming flame, to shrivel and die before their eyes. At that moment Forrester realized an important fact. Ever since he had lost his wife in a bomb blast in London he had been trying coldly to get himself killed in combat. Now he knew that he didn't, after all, want to die...
...games to a Harvard team that had won nothing anybody could remember for three years, and the ugly word was out that Harvard was going to indulge in underhand player solicitations. Harlow did not proselytize, solicit, or finagle. "I wanted to be associated with a decent institution before I die," he has since said. And the great triumph of his tenure at Harvard--the longest in the college's football history--is that he was able to equate the increasingly lonely standards of the Athletic Association with respectable standards on the gridiron...