Word: flamingly
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...smoldering ember of the new U.S. foreign policy was fanned into brisk flame last week. New York's roaring Representative John Taber discovered-after others had pointed it out to him-that the U.S. had shipped $113 million worth of exports to unfriendly Russia in the first nine months of 1947. Cried he: "A constant and deliberate violation of the law. . . . We are providing with our own funds the things with which Russia can destroy...
...staff, following Christchurch custom, were at afternoon tea or were just ambling back to their counters. They smelled fire and saw wisps of smoke but, told that firemen were arriving, carried on with their jobs. Then, in a twinkling, the acre-wide building was a pillar of flame. Fire broke from the shallow basement, seared the main floor, exploded upward to the second and third...
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...
...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...