Word: pistoles
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...light, in fact, was the small green flare of a Very-pistol shot from the submarine's bridge. And the sub was the U.S.S. Sea Leopard, participating in an eight-hour hunter-killer exercise ordered by a man with one of the most critically important jobs in the U.S. Navy: lean, brown-eyed Rear Admiral John Smith ("Jimmy") Thach, 53, boss of the Navy's new ASW (antisubmarine warfare) Task Group Alfa...
...results. And the exercises continue unceasingly, each one posing new problems, each one bringing some disappointment, yet each one bringing Thach and Alfa a step or so closer to vital answers. Such an exercise was that in which the Sea Leopard recently "destroyed" Washington with its Very-pistol flare...
Last week three Boyd youths took direct action. Armed with a shotgun and a .22-cal. pistol, they visited Cockrell's chief sponsor. Mayor Willie Berle Horn, told him: "You get rid of Cockrell, or we will. And you'll be next." Answering a Horn call, Cockrell caught up with the boys in a grove of trees at town's edge, where farmers park their trucks to sell watermelons. There, in a wildly confused tussle, the shooting started. While frightened farmers dived under their trucks, Cockrell fell, shot three times with .22-cal. bullets...
...bleed to death. Hogs were shackled by a leg to overhead conveyor belts, jabbed in their jugular veins, sometimes dumped alive into scalding water. The societies pressured meat packers into joining a committee on humane slaughter that achieved some innovations, e.g., some packinghouses began using a captive bolt pistol, which fires a metal rod into the brain; George A. Hormel & Co. installed carbon-dioxide rooms where hogs were gassed before slaughter. But most packinghouses continued old methods. Angrily, the humane societies took the issue to Congress, early this year got a bill through the House...
Reining up for a border baggage check down Mexico way, bouncy Song-and-Dance Man Sammy Davis Jr. stood briefly in the law's firm grasp. Collared by U.S. Customs agents, Sammy was frisked to his skivvies, found toting a .22-cal. pistol. Explained he: "I'm an honorary deputy sheriff of Los Angeles County." Unimpressed by the quaint mores of the county, which allows its more than 1500 honorary deputy lawmen-many of them Hollywood types who couldn't outdraw their great-aunts-to bear arms at will, the agents turned Sheriff Sam over to local...