Word: flame
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Ordinary sapphires and rubies are clear crystals of aluminum oxide (A12O2). The colors come from small amounts of such elements as chromium or iron. For years, both gems have been manufactured (without the stars) by passing finely powdered A12O2 through the flame of an oxyhydrogen blowpipe. The tiny particles melt and then solidify into a crystalline blob just beyond the flame. Such crystals have all the beauty, color, hardness and other desirable properties of natural gems. When they are well made, their "falsity" can be detected only by an expert who looks (with a microscope) for their slightly curving "growth...
...they did not mark an airport. One of them was the pilot flame in a squat, chimney-like waste-gas furnace, set in a field of oil and gas storage tanks owned by the Colonial Beacon Oil Co. As the plane glided in, it narrowly missed the great, fog-shrouded tanks. A little way beyond, it hit the soft chimney a few feet from the top, disintegrated, threw one body between the chimney's two walls and hurled the others into the pilot flame at the bottom of the pit. Workmen reached through trap doors with steel hooks...
...spiritual development of the Russian people as a people and as represented by their great and spiritual literature. Proceeding on the theory that the way to shut out the darkness is to turn on the light, I believe that such an undertaking would do much to fan to flame in the hearts of the true Russian people the Christian spark which once ignited can never be permanently...
...Pools of Flame. Eastern's DC-4 had gone down in a woodland between the village of Port Deposit on the Susquehanna River and Perryville on the Pennsylvania Railroad; within a few minutes, automobiles from nearby towns and farms were headed for the spot. Fire equipment and naval enlisted men from nearby Bainbridge Naval Training Station soon joined them...
...vanguard of rescuers plunged through a half mile of brush and swamp, entered a boggy, smoke-filled ravine. Ahead of them lay a clearing, littered with splintered and uprooted trees. The trees were burning, and there were flickering pools of flame on the gasoline-soaked ground. Nothing moved. Torn sections of dura-luminum, shards of glass, smoldering seat cushions, broken instruments lay scattered for a hundred yards, but there was nothing to suggest the great machine's shape or purpose. Rags of clothing, women's purses hung with shocking festiveness high in trees. For a hundred feet...