Word: dust
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...batch includes the best and most revealing shots yet. Among the pictures released by NASA: a photomosaic of the planet's north pole, showing a concentric pattern of striations in the ice cap; a color snapshot showing newly formed frost on the ground near the feet of the dust-covered Viking 2 lander; and a photo proving that something-wind, a tremor, a frost heave-has caused a portion of the Martian surface to slump since it was photographed last October. The most spectacular shot in the current album is a "down the hole" look into the summit caldera...
...members of the Judiciary Committee rejected the bill partly because of increased anti-drug pressure exerted by their constituents. Flaherty said yesterday that the public is reacting to recent disclosures that a dangerous drug called "angel dust" is reportedly being used by high school students in Revere...
...WINTRY AFTERNOON 500 years B.C., the wounded shivered, winced, lips encrusted with black blood shuddered as the rain streaked graying skin filmed with red dust. Wind and water noises mingled with the swift shufflings of looters, moving away from one fallen from to another, muffled in dark woollen cloaks that flapped predatory as the ravens circled lower over the battlefield...
SAILOR ON HORSEBACK (A BIOGRAPHY) AND 28 SELECTED JACK LONDON STORIES Doubleday; 777 pages; $12.95 Jack London was the stuff of dust-jacket writers' dreams. His life read better than other novelists' plots. Before he was out of his teens he had, among other things, shipped on a sealing expedition to the Bering Sea, worked 14-hour days in a California cannery, ridden the hobo rails cross-country and served 30 days in a Buffalo jail for vagrancy. A heavy drinker by the age of 16 with a voracious appetite for undercooked meat and slightly overripe women...
Then in 1897, at 21, Jack London, along with a small army of fellow American misfits, took off for the Klondike. A year later he returned with only $4.50 worth of gold dust, but he had struck a mother lode in himself. He discovered he was a writer. After a few short stories in the manner of an Alaskan Rudyard Kipling, he scribbled a rattling yarn about a sled dog named Buck who, when his master was killed, turned wild in a snarling if romantic rejection of civilization. The Call of the Wild sold in the millions and made...