Word: forwarders
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...weeks, Indonesians have been looking forward to the meeting of the Provisional People's Consultative Congress as a dramatic test of strength between President Sukarno and the country's new ruling triumvirate headed by Army General Suharto. Students threatened to put six guards on each of the Congress' 616 members to make sure they did the proper thing. And the proper thing would be a drastic reduction in Sukarno's status; the students demanded that he be stripped of his President-for-life title and forced to run for re-election every five years. They also...
...clip that he uses to hold papers in his documents case, Cotton ripped off one of the clasp's wire handles, stripped an equipment strap for insulation ("My hands were sweating") and inserted the wire with the pliers. "Okay, okay!" he yelled to White, who then pushed the forward-gear button. A pursuit plane radioed that the gear was descending as intended and seemed to be locking into place...
After cruising for another 75 minutes to reduce their fuel load, White decided to graze the ground briefly to ascertain whether the forward gear was properly locked in place. As soon as he touched down, six of the eight tires on the main landing gear blew out. The same computer failure that had affected the forward gear had locked the brakes on the main wheels, freezing them. White had no choice but to go through with the landing. "It was an experience we wouldn't have missed for worlds," said White, "and one we wouldn't like...
Detroit Defenseman Bill Gadsby was sporting a bruise on his arm the size of a grapefruit. Goalie Roger Crozier had a twisted ankle and a sprained knee. Forward Norm Ullman, the team's top scorer (with 31 goals) during the regular season, was nursing a bruised back. Still, the Red Wings were ahead -and Montreal's Coach Blake was baffled. "We played like amateurs," he moaned. "I just can't understand...
...form a semicircle in his living room. Piatigorsky slumps his big frame (6 ft. 3½ in.) into an easy chair, and one by one the students play a solo. Now the old cellist closes his mournful eyes in repose, now he nods his head enthusiastically, now lurches forward to demonstrate a point on his cello. He saws the air with an imaginary bow, sings in his rumbling borsch-accented voice: "Dom dom pah pah dom." Scowling, smiling, grimacing, clenching his fists and waving his arms, he peppers his students with encouragement...