Word: gung-ho
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...computers now; the majority of them will probably be doing so in five years, at school or at work. So the students sit, rapt, while Jobs spins out his visions. Just a few years ago, they might have been considered shock troops of the computer revolution getting a gung-ho speech from their guerrilla leader. Not today. Now they are the occupying forces listening to a victory address by the field marshal...
When it comes to drinking buddies, they don't come any more gung-ho than Clay Henry of Lajitas, Texas (pop. 55). You might say that Clay's love of the brew has made him the town celebrity. Tourists come by daily to offer him a cool one-or two. Henry ambles over, props himself on the wire fence, grabs the bottle or can of beer between his teeth, and tips the thing over until it is empty. By day's end, his yard is littered with empties. "You wouldn't believe how fast the cans...
WANTED: EXPERTS IN POISONS AND CHEMICAL AGENTS WITH ACCESS TO SAME. That ad, in the paramilitary journals Gung-Ho and Soldier of Fortune, was not submitted by one of the adventurers and mercenaries who commonly read them; it was placed by William Chanslor, former president of the Houston Trial Lawyers Association. His mission: to end the life of his invalid wife painlessly and undetectably. But by last week his scheme had unraveled in a fashion so bizarre that his wife was pleading his innocence in court while prosecutors played tapes of him planning her death. Nonetheless, the jury unhesitatingly convicted...
...stroke turned Susan Chanslor, then 39, from an athletic, vivacious woman into a wheelchair-bound cripple with some brain damage and recurring bouts of headaches and depression. Two years later Chanslor rented a post office box using a fake name and address, then placed his ads in Gung-Ho and Soldier of Fortune. He received several replies, but last fall the energetic attorney came across a promising five-volume set of books titled How to Kill, by John Minnery, a Canadian weapons expert. Chanslor telephoned Minnery, whom he refers to as Dr. Death, to ask about undetectable poisons, and they...
...register for the draft or sign up as a conscientious objector? The question threatens to overburden a small, finely balanced novel of physical awakening. But the risks pay off in an unexpected dimension. Daniel's brother Albert, a Marine Corps officer, offers advice that goes beyond the usual gung-ho justifications. "Your private longing may be to live," he writes, "but that counts for nothing. You cannot escape the world and its public longing . . . You must bear the world. I do. I bear it less well in peace than in war, because I know that we destroy ourselves more...