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...ground-floor kitchen screen, reached in, and unlocked a back door. Creeping upstairs to a front bedroom where Miss Amurao was sleeping, he knocked on her door. Politely, she opened it. "A man was standing there," she recalled. "The first thing I noticed about him was the strong odor of alcohol." He had a small black pistol in one hand, a butcher knife in the other. Then, continued Corazon, "he made me go down the hall to a middle bedroom. He stopped at this bedroom and awakened three girls there. He made the four of us go into the back...
...clue which led to the understanding of the disease was an odor quite similar to the odor of cheese or sweaty feet which accompanied the attacks in the children. Chemical tests led to the identification of isovaleric acid, in doses up to 100 times normal...
...vivid reports that came in from Southern California, where hundreds of residents of metropolitan Los Angeles were startled by an assortment of weird sights in the night sky? Eyewitnesses reported red, white and blue (or orange, red and green) lights moving at "fantastic speed." Others detected a strong odor of perfume as the UFOs moved overhead. One woman saw "four glowing fireballs arranged in a cube," while another insisted that she had seen a light plane shoot down one of the strange things...
...river has more problems than the odor so often editorialized about on local rock 'n' roll stations. The Charles is the confused, slowly evaporating result of sporadic attempts by often conflicting interests "to do something about the river. But it is more than just a clash of private interests-- conservationists and industrialists, motorboatmen and fishermen, real estate developers, utilities, universities--that has put a strangle-hold on the Charles. In its 72-mile course, the Charles meanders through 21 cities and towns, most of which jealously guard their right to regulate that part of the river that passes through their...
Waiting for the tide, Portuguese fishermen, with leathery faces, stand ready by their boats. The loading and packing house is brightly lighted inside, full of crates and tubs of ice (which couldn't possibly melt), and everywhere the odor, the aroma, of fish--cod, of course...