Word: pipefuls
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...knowledge and experience to see him through. Plagued for years by physical disabilities-a brain concussion, a broken thigh bone, an operation for a tumor that left him partly paralyzed-he recently survived burns that kept him in the hospital for nearly a year. Klemperer had been smoking his pipe in bed, woke to find his bedclothes smoldering, reached for the nearest liquid on his bedside table. It happened to be highly flammable spirits of camphor...
...this year to fight a domestic glut and foreign competition. Tin has tumbled 13% in anticipation of sales from the U.S. stockpile (TIME, Aug. 17). In steel, the Labor Department index shows that prices overall have slipped two-tenths of 1% so far this year; on certain kinds of pipe, wire and bars, steel producers have been quietly granting discounts...
...Length of Pipe. The crowd in front of the Lyceum had grown bigger and uglier. First it turned on newsmen in a face-punching, camera-smashing frenzy. Then up rolled the 60-man local National Guard unit. It was Troop E of the Second Reconnaissance Squadron of the 108th Armored Cavalry Division, under the command of Captain Murry C. Falkner, nephew of Oxford's late Novelist William Faulkner...
Enraged by the sight of Mississippi men arriving to aid the federal marshals, a man tried to set fire to a truck with a gasoline-soaked rag. Eggs came flying toward the marshals, then rocks. Out of the gathering darkness hurtled a length of metal pipe. It struck a marshal on the side of the helmet, stunning him. That was enough. "Let 'em have it!" yelled Chief Marshal James McShane. "Gas!" Tear-gas guns went off with metallic whoomps, filling the air with blinding mist. The crowd screamed and retreated. But the battle had only begun...
...features are covered with hair, the hair is covered with dirt. But just as the customers are about to scream, the monster waddles comically across the floor and revolves a massive iron wheel that looks as if it opened at least a sluiceway in Grand Coulee Dam. The pipe roars like Niagara, and from the end of it rushes-a dribble. With a cake of hope the monster airily washes its face. With a burlap bag it daintily towels off and, turning to the camera, presents...