Word: glared
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...priest led two of the prisoners through the glare of truck headlights to the edge of the trench and then stepped back. Six rebel executioners fired, and the bodies jackknifed into the grave. Two more prisoners stepped forward, then two more and two more-and the grave slowly filled. Lieut. Enrique Despaigne, charged with 53 murders, got a three-hour reprieve at the request of TV cameramen, who wanted the light of a full dawn...
...uneasy stirrings of Afro-Asian self-determination cast a harsh glare on the turgid cataract of independence and democracy, per se, as they sink their roots ever deeper into the rich brown soil of the ancient Fertile Crescent, that strife-ridden slice of the mordacious Middle East which includes the Bedouins of Syria, the Riffs of Jordan, the fiercely patriotic people of brave little Israel, the Nomads of the Saudi-Arabian wastelands, the oil-rich sheiks of Kuwait and the curvaceous cuties of the Cairo Casbah, not to mention the nubile Nubians of the nether Nile, the nemesis of Nasser...
...medical preparation has been launched on its lifesaving career under a more brilliant spotlight than the Salk vaccine against paralytic polio. This very glare has made it harder for some to see certain essential facts-the vaccine is not always effective, and its potency is not assured. Now Dr. Jonas E. Salk (TIME Cover, March 29, 1954) has searchingly reviewed his vaccine's potency and performance. See MEDICINE, Calling the Shots...
Steely-eyed customs lawmen at London Airport prodded the carpetbags of TV Horse Operactor Hugh (Wyatt Earp) O'Brian, got neither whimper nor glare from the traveling guntoter as they took temporary custody of three Colt .45s, one 14-in. long-barreled Buntline Special, 850 rounds of blank ammunition. On hand to keep Britain's cowpoke fans in the saddle by starring in a wild West hootenanny, the frisked visitor jovially drawled an apology for appearing in grey flannel: "Shucks. I'd feel rather ridiculous riding around in the marshal's outfit...
...wagon's flap, he hears a strange whirring. He pulls back just in time to escape the downward thrust of a thin-bladed sword. A samisen twangs weirdly on the sound track and a mustachioed Japanese samurai, complete with formal helmet and robe, emerges into the prairie glare...