Word: facing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Strange Assumptions. What did it all add up to? On the face of the memo furnished to Van Zandt, the charges, strewn with rumor and hearsay, and preceded by such hedges as "It is said," stated more suspicions than solid facts. If they were to be believed, the Air Force, first line of the nation's defense, was in a sorry state: its professional officers (who decide what aircraft to buy) were guilty of either corruption or of the vastest stupidity. By Congressman Van Zandt's implications they were ready to risk the nation's security...
...crash of falling glass was drowned out by a double blast. A spray of lead pellets the size of peas ripped Vic Reuther's head and right shoulder-his shattered eyeglasses and his dental bridge flew to the rug ten feet away. Slowly he rose, clutched his bleeding face, then fell to the floor crying, "Call an ambulance." Sophie Reuther called police, then rushed screaming into the dark, empty street...
...dingy room in a dreary Athens suburb of Nea Philadelphia last week, sat an aged woman, her chin bent low over her hollow chest, her hair in untidy wisps around her wrinkled face, her sharp black eyes lost in memory. She had no need to be dressed for company, for hardly anybody drops in to pay a call on Mamma Erato these days. They are too afraid. Her only friends are the rheumatic old cobbler just down the street and the kind, ugly butcher next door. Sometimes Mamma Erato slinks out of her room to make...
...Water & Beatings. Erato Zacharia-des calls herself a liberal, but she prefers to forget politics and dream of earlier, happier days when she had her son Nico with her. Often her face lights up when she talks of him. "He used to break up blocks of ice in a bucket," she recalls proudly, "and use the water for showers every morning. 'I've got to be tough,' he used...
...shoulders of 200-lb. Ulsterman Sam McCready. Not many people had heard of 31-year-old Sam: a salesman for a London tobacco firm, he had never swung a club in the nationals before. But in the semifinals, there was Sam, wearing a fixed half-smile on his broad face. He teed off against Frank Stranahan. A brisk wind blew in from the Irish Sea. Between the wind and Sam McCready's smile, Stranahan's game folded up. He went down...