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...venture to add a few vignettes to the picture of the people. Pilots on flights into Biafra carry canned hams and salt to give to the unloaders as an incentive for faster work. On one of his flights, a bag of salt burst; the Biafrans fought each other to lick the spillen salt off the runway, he says...

Author: By William R. Galeota, | Title: Conversation in a L.I. Bar With a Soldier of Fortune | 8/16/1968 | See Source »

...deer would be so "gentled," McCarthy explained to Louis Simpson, a Pulitzer prizewinning poet who wrote about McCarthy's poetry in this week's New York Times Book Review, that they would almost lick out of the President's hand. Then they would be shot, their heads mounted for famous guests, such as John F. Kennedy or Hubert Humphrey...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Muses' Choice | 8/9/1968 | See Source »

That is likely to change now. Losing to amateurs at Wimbledon certainly did nothing to improve the pros' image or their drawing power. And as for the amateurs: If they can lick the pros, why shouldn't they join them, instead of playing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Tennis: Amateur Week at Wimbledon | 7/12/1968 | See Source »

...pulsars, the still-to-be-identified bodies that are sending strange beeping signals from the Milky Way, the more difficult to identify the pulsars become. Last week, at a Manhattan gathering of the growing group of pulsar specialists, scientists from the Kitt Peak National Observatory in Arizona and the Lick Observatory in California disclosed that Pulsar I not only sends out high-frequency radio signals every 1.3 seconds, but also gives off light flashes just about half as often. The conferees were beginning to ponder this new information when a tardy University of California astronomer, David Cudaback, still bleary-eyed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Astronomy: Puzzling Pulsars | 5/31/1968 | See Source »

...times the sea was steely purple, stained; at others, under a close warm rain sky, the no-color of dirty wash; choppy rows hurried in from the horizon to be delivered and disposed of in the lick and slide at the shore. Piet stopped to pick up angel wings, razor clam shells, sand dollars with their infallibly etched star and their considerate airhole for an inhabiting creature Piet could not picture...

Author: By Jay Cantor, | Title: Couples | 5/8/1968 | See Source »

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