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...told the 60-year-old educator that the America of Washington, Lincoln, et al. would have to be destroyed. None had said that they sought to introduce a U. S. Soviet by "thwarting our then evident recovery." The tissue of the story sagged still further when Dr. Wirt, the glare of Klieg lights pitilessly burnishing his baldish brow, confessed that he had "done a great deal of talking." He also appeared to have been the one who broached the party's radical sentiments, quoting at great length from a three-year-old speech of Rexford Tugwell...
...later, when a blizzard blew up, known that some of them would not come back. He has seen survivors carried in blue and stiff as corpses. And each year for 66 years he has seen swilers trudge happily back, dragging their sculps in a long crimson trail across the glare-white...
...Vagabond drove by hills and valleys, through mill towns and the country seats of the mighty. He tarried at metropolitan hostelries and rural inns. He ran by rivers at twilight and by factories in the glare of noon. Mountains shouldered out of the plains in front and fell away to the horizons behind. He saw the sun catch the chromium glint, of the skyscraper and he watched a single pine tear the rising moon to shreds on a distant hill. And always by the side of old and winding roads, on the kerbs of four-width highways, red dress...
...from an overhead monorail. By clenching a peg between his teeth, the '"front" man kept in place a rectangular face-shield. Above the din the carrier truck screeched on the overhead rail as the ladle was trundled up to the furnace. The door swung open to a blinding glare from the inferno inside. The ladle went in. came out full to the brim with a dazzling cargo which dripped down the sides in streamers and sheets. These were trimmed off by a furnaceman with a long hook as the ladlemen walked the dipper over to the mold, popped...
...white-covered table, small and insignificant in the harsh brilliance of overhead lamps, a fox terrier listed in the laboratory records as Lazarus II lay last week in a gloomy old building on the University of California's campus. White-clad figures moved in & out of the glare, watching the creature they had asphyxiated with ether and nitrogen. Lazarus II's heart stopped beating and he no longer breathed. His shoe-button eyes were glazed. Lazarus II was dead...