Word: lonelies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...game at all positions. The Crimson made the opposition look weak, but amaxingly enough Cornell was not playing the hapless socoer the score indicated until bad demoralization set in half way through the third period. Even then the Big Red was able to rouse itself enough to score its lone goal against Crimson substitutes in the fourth quarter...
Post-Mortems. Given Katanga's fierce animosity toward the U.N. and Hammarskjold, not to mention The Lone Ranger's known presence, the world immediately suspected that the crash was no accident. The Rhodesian government ordered a full investigation-including complete post-mortem examination of every body, although all but Hammarskjold's had been charred beyond recognition...
Radio Silence. Hammarskjold ordered elaborate precautions to stay away from The Lone Ranger. His flight was detoured to bring the Albertina within range of the marauder only after dark, and the big plane kept strict radio silence all the way. In addition, 15 airfields in the Congo and the Rhodesias had been alerted for a possible emergency landing...
Experts ruled out The Lone Ranger, said there was no evidence that the plane had exploded in midair. The "explosions," they said, were probably the plane's landing gear hitting treetops as it approached the Ndola field too low. "It looks like a typical case of power failure or faulty instruments," said one. Another possibility: pilot error. Captain Per-Erik Hallonquist, although a veteran of 7,000 hours and countless jungle flights, had been on continuous duty for 36 hours. But some doubt and suspicion would probably always linger over the wrecked DC-6 in the woods outside Ndola...
...rubble-scapes." Like the generation of expressionists before him, he painted a world that was half real and half dream, but always supercharged with emotion. Violet waves of rubble might in one canvas wash up upon some imaginary shore in the heart of the city; in another canvas a lone fisherman rows slowly down the River Spree as scores of dark windows stare blankly out of vacant interiors. In Heldt's final canvases, the city itself broke up into childlike chunks of color that teetered and lurched crazily against one another. The color was bright but shadowless...