Word: feets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...road; the little car plunged in flames over a cliff into the steep gorge of the Beirut River. All five adults in the car were killed at once; the girl died hours later. The charred body of Fayet Esrouer came to rest sitting on a cliffside rock, feet propped up as if still on brakes, and hands still clutching the wheel that was no longer there. On the asphalt of the highway, the motorcycle cop was sprawled dead. Behind him, two gendarmes in a jeep sat dazed and bleeding behind shattered shatterproof glass. Stopped still farther back, Sami Solh...
...player piano that permits the pianist to play it straight or pop a player roll in it and, by merely pumping the pedals, grind out Liberace's version of Prisoner of Love. "The best way to play," says a company official, "is with your bare feet." Price...
...young man whom she was considerately nursing through a case of hepatitis, when, in the middle of the night, she slashed her arm on the fragments of a lamp broken in a manner never adequately explained. Then-in her own roaring narrative-"three divine policemen, all six feet eight, came in. They couldn't have been more charming. They got me this sweet doctor and he took five stitches in my arm." While in minor surgery, she cried to a hovering medic: "Dahling, kiss me a couple of times, you've been so brave...
...Brown began boring in, bloodied Lane's face in the 9th round, knocked his mouthpiece out in the 10th, made use of his six-inch advantage in reach to power hard rights deep into the challenger's stomach. By the 15th round, Lane was out on his feet, and Brown won a close but unanimous decision. The undisputed king of the lightweights went home to his wife and four children in Baton Rouge, forgotten no more...
...County of Pembroke was running her easting down in the roaring forties off the Cape of Good Hope when she shipped a monstrous sea over the lee rail. Tailing onto the heavy rope of the main brace was a runty, down-cheeked lad of 16 named Jimmy Bisset. His feet swept from under him by the surge of boiling green water, he was washed overboard. His shouts were drowned in the roar of wind and sea. But he held onto the rope's end. And the next sea washed him back aboard. As Jimmy clutched the fife rail...