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...They come through our yard all the time." E. E. Unger, meteorologist in charge of the U.S. Weather Bureau at Louisville, Ky., reported a strange orange light rolling across the southern night. Idaho's Lieutenant Governor Donald S. Whitehead saw a whole flock of broody bright objects sitting motionless in the midday sky. A woman in Texas saw a disk "as big as a washtub" dive, then shoot violently upward. In New Mexico, a man chased a falling disk up a canyon, found it was a five-by-eight-foot piece of tinfoil...
After the handle broke, Stuart kept hitting the motionless body with the broken shaft. In a little while he picked up an electric drill, plugged it into the socket and bored into the corpse: one hole in the neck, two in the abdomen. Stuart turned out the lights and went back upstairs. When his father returned from an errand, he went home with him for dinner...
From his back-row seat on the Democratic side of the chamber, Rhode Island's freshman Senator J. Howard McGrath came to a sardonic conclusion. "It must be a very great body," he said, "it moves so slowly." Last week the great body was practically motionless...
...Goats of the Year were Alexander Whitney of the Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen and Alvanley Johnston of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers. * Sample quote of 1946: "The American eagle sits on his perch, a large strong bird with formidable beak and claws. There he sits, motionless, and Mr. Gromyko is sent every day to prod him with a sharp sickle, now on his beak, now under his wing, now in his tail feathers. All the time the eagle keeps quite still. But it would be a great mistake to suppose that nothing is going on inside the breast...
...eastbound freight train had stopped on the main line with a broken air hose. Another freight, pounding east behind it, had crashed into its motionless bulk, knocked a locomotive and seven heavy-laden cars across the westbound tracks. Out of the night the Triangle raced at 70 miles an hour. Brief, bright showers of sparks gritted from desperately locked brakes. Then the Triangle hit the wreckage. Both its locomotives and three of its cars tumbled off the rails. A geyser of live steam shot up. Glass crashed, metal shrieked and groaned on metal. In the stillness which followed, the train...