Word: heaped
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Without apparent warning, there is a terrific roar of pistol shots, and men in the front ranks of the marchers go down like grass before a scythe. The camera catches approximately a dozen falling simultaneously in a heap. The roar of the police pistols lasts perhaps two or three seconds. Instantly the police charge on the marchers with riot sticks flying...
Ambulances and fire-trucks were now clanging in from every direction. Commander Rosendahl's splendid Navy discipline kept confusion at a minimum. The flames began to subside, but dense black smoke still poured from the twisted heap of redhot girders and the smoldering pud- dle of fuel oil. Not until next morning was the wreckage cool enough for men to pry out all the crisped bodies within, many of them only tentatively identifiable. The dawn score of deaths stood at eleven passengers, 21 crew, while 28 passengers and 49 crew miraculously escaped. One member of the ground-crew...
...broke through the woods with a noise loud enough to scare every trout within 50 yd. Abashed, the hiker tiptoed downstream, dropped his burden in a small clearing. While the two fishermen watched, first in irritation then in amazement, he took a red rubbery roll of cloth and a heap of small sticks from his duffle, put the sticks together in a simple frame, shoved it into the red material, tugged here, patted there and in ten minutes had a trim, 17-ft. boat shaped like an Eskimo kayak. Two more sticks merged into a double-ended paddle. The hiker...
...support to the program in a faltering and unconvincing manner "Melody for Two" which stars the golden voiced James Melton, turns out to be as unsatisfactory as the feature picture. With Patricia Ellis as his running mate, Melton sings and swings his way from the top of the heap to the bottom and all the way back again...
Early one morning last week in the gashouse district on Manhattan's lower East Side, a neat, grey-haired watchman named George Preston, 47, was caught setting fire to a rubbish heap under the stairs of a tenement house whose occupants lay sleeping. Watchman Preston, once a probationary fireman at Lynn, Mass., tearfully told police he took a few drinks every time he got a headache, set fires for excitement every time he took a few drinks. When he accompanied them to The Bronx, pointed out nine buildings he had previously fired, police believed they had cleared...