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...papers to report having seen "flying saucers." Two Portland deputy sheriffs spotted "20 in a line going like hell to the west." A Spokane woman saw five fluttering "washtubs," each "about the size of a five-room house." A Seattle coast guardsman took a picture of a "saucer" at dusk. The picture showed a pinpoint of light. A policeman saw a lone saucer skimming high over San Francisco Bay. From people in Colorado, New Mexico, Ohio, Michigan, Georgia, South Carolina, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York and 29 other states and Canada, reports came...
...always liked having original paintings and water-colors in our house," made a habit of dropping in at local auctions every now & then, to pick up a fresh one. Six years ago she had spent $6 on a little watercolor of a farmer trailing home with his scythe at dusk, because she "liked the coloring." It looked very nice in the living room, until a friend of the family happened to suggest she look under the edge of the frame to see if the picture had a signature. It had: Winslow Homer...
Rifles in the Afternoon. There was not much of a battle. In late afternoon the Government general, a lean Szechwanese, ordered his men to close in. A few rifle shots, some mortar fire, and by dusk Paiyen and some 50 prisoners belonged to Government forces. Communist General Chang and most of his force scattered into the mountains...
...dusk when he finished his last check of controls and engines. He taxied out to the head of No. 18. The line-squall was moving closer to the field. Baldwin could look into its black heart as he turned his four-engined craft into the wind. The tower gave the go-ahead. Baldwin shoved his throttles open. The big ship began to roll, accelerated, began eating up footage on the blurring runway. It flashed 500, 1,000, 1,500 feet, it got up to a speed of 100 m.p.h. Still it did not get off the ground. Warned of danger...
...Heroes), with its huge statues-is now the front yard of the Russian headquarters. Russian soldiers perch like drab birds on the base of Prinz Eugen's statue and little Russian boys in dark blue school uniforms fire slingshots at passersby. When Vienna's bluish-green dusk settles over the square and forms a backdrop for the lighted clock in the Rathaus tower, and the lilac smells especially sweet, a few moments of real peace descend. Then the Russians turn on their loudspeakers, which blare hit tunes...