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...delicate porcelain figurine who goes about in green-tinted glasses, Tibetan cap and a golden bakkhu (robe), the Maharajah paints Sikkim's misty peaks and glaciers in a surprisingly abstract style. Recently he had a "vision" of the Abominable Snowman, put him on canvas as a skinny, jet-black creature with a red face, carrying a naked pink lady across the peaks of the Himalayas. When he is not painting, he is praying. "His Majesty," an aide reports, "gets up at the most incredible hours of the morning to clang the cymbals...
Even in a game's quiet moments the din at the Forum is incessant. But the normal noise level increases to a rafter-raising roar when an aging, sharp-featured wingman with deep-set flashing jet-black eyes and a mop of black hair cuddles the puck to his stick, nurses it past enemy defenders, skillfully fakes the goalie out of position and flicks the rubber disk into the cage. Shouts of "Rocket, Rocket" fill the air in delirious tribute to Joseph Henri Maurice Richard, the greatest player in modern hockey history...
...Antarctic 29 years ago with Admiral Richard E. Byrd, has spent four winters there since. As it turned out, Siple's buoyant personality proved as valuable as his scientific knowledge. He ran a surprisingly contented camp despite the little group's isolation, and the wearing, jet-black night of winter that was four months long. Siple's formula: work like hell most of the time; be pleasant to everyone all of the time...
...spiderweb gantry at the U.S Air Force Missile Test Center at Cape Canaveral, Fla. stood Navy Test Vehicle 3, a tall, three-stage rocket, the sun sparkling off a rime of frost crystals (from liquid oxygen fuel) on its silver and jet-black skin. Around TV-3, tired Navy and civilian scientists and technicians worked carefully toward the end of an hours-long count-down-air frame, propulsion, nose cone, guidance-while liquid oxygen vented off in trailing fume. "We'll be pleased if it does go into orbit," said one of the TV3 missilemen. "We will...
...workout with the colonial troops, Corporal Riesen, the author of this book, was sent into the mountainous jungle 'of central Viet Nam. Friendly Moi' chieftains offered him a bride. Corporal Riesen demurred ("She was only nineteen and very pretty . . . with her breasts placed high, and her long jet-black hair hung down to her supple waist"), but on Captain Pierre's solemn remonstrance, he decided ta do his duty...