Word: mask
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...breadth of his shoulders. Ropes were quickly lowered, but Moss was wedged so tightly that he could not move his arms. More serious, the air in the passage was foul. As hours passed, Moss alternately gritted his teeth and joked with the men trying to help him. An oxygen mask was lowered, but there was not even room enough to fit it over his face. After four hours he became delirious, finally drifted into unconsciousness...
...unconscious Moss alive by pumping oxygen down a tube. One after the other, eight men were lowered down the shaft, but only three reached Moss, and all blacked out because of the motionless, foul air. None was able to make a head-first descent and keep an oxygen mask over his face. Finally a tiny (5 ft.) printer from Derby named Ron Peters, 25, got close enough to be able to touch the trapped man's shoulder but began to gasp for air, had to be pulled up fast. On being revived with oxygen, Peters said...
...courses at the University of Arizona, Specialist Moore soon learned on his Air Force duty how altitude affects the human body. Without oxygen a man blacks out above 20,000 ft., suffers from expanding intestinal gas around 25,000, feels intolerable heart strain even with a high-pressure oxygen mask at 50,000, dies instantly from boiling blood (bubbling off gas like soda water) at 63,000 ft. if not pressurized inside a space suit...
...high-altitude chamber. On the control panel outside the 10-ft.-by-30-ft. heavy steel tank, he set the altitude indicator at 73,000 ft., a near vacuum just below the limit of the chamber's air seals. Not in space suit, but holding an oxygen mask, he let himself into the chamber and waited for the air pumps to lower the pressure, take him "up" past the blackout stage, on beyond the sure-death line to 73,000 ft. His body, as if taken by rocket to the edge of space, expanded in the vacuumlike atmosphere...
...direction is intense, Jo Mielziner's sets are broodily menacing, and Paul Bowles's mood music shimmers. But the only unfailing source of power and passion in the play is the bravura performance of Geraldine Page. Whether she is thrashing about in bed crying for her oxygen mask after a days-long vodka-and-goofball binge or clawing apart her hired paramour's tape-recorded blackmail scheme, Actress Page is just what the character she plays fears, "the tiger in the nerves jungle." Whenever she stalks offstage, the play exits with...