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...Scripps-Howard's Jim Lucas set out at dawn with a French mechanized column to push deep into enemy-infested territory. Amidst exploding land mines, mortar fire and whining snipers' bullets, Capa sat in the front of the jeep, a thermos of iced tea and a jug of cognac at his side, Nikon and Contax cameras around his neck. Often the column was stopped by a volley of bullets or an exploding mine. Every time, Capa jumped out and snapped pictures as French soldiers searched for the source of the gunfire...
Then through the diving digger's mind runs a torrent of history. Sometimes he knows the names of the merchant princes who shipped the jug of wine. He knows the temple, now disappeared, for which a cargo of marble columns was intended. He wonders, while the brilliant fish flutter around his head, why one Fadius Musa, a rich merchant of ancient Narbonne, loaded his ship so heavily with marble that the sea dragged it down...
...Chinese Accent. Crew Chief Sergeant Robert H. appeared with a jug of coffee. He said that this was about his 30th mission to Dienbienphu. What's it like? "Haven't you heard? The Viets have flak guns," he replied. "It gives you some interesting sensations. Forgive us please, messieurs, there's no sugar for the coffee." Sergeant K. interrupted: "It's tougher on the ground." Sergeant H. continued: "Last night we had to make six passes over the drop zone. The first one was O.K. Then the Viets spotted us. Tracers came up zzzt zzzt zzzt...
...ledge was too narrow, no couloir too deep to halt him. The traveling companions who could not keep up he left behind. Some grabbed for his ankles or coattails. He shook them off. He bounded up to fame almost overnight as Sergeant Joe Friday, the quiet, dark-haired, jug-eared hero of Dragnet (NBC, Thurs. 9 p.m. E.S.T.*). He still climbs feverishly...
...when faced with the problem of cooking her own meals in her Cambridge apartment, after a lifetime of eating institutional food, she rose to the occasion and according to a friend "can now jug a rabbit or produce a curry that's first rate." Viewing her own abundant activity, Miss Cam has occasional stirrings of a most Victorian solicitude. "Sometimes," she says, in a high, cultured voice, "Sometimes, I think I'm just a little too cant...