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...Anson drove out of Phnom-Penh to cover a battle at Skoun, 45 miles to the northeast. He never made it. At 3:55 in the afternoon, he was captured by anti-government forces. On Aug. 23, Anson drove back into Phnom-Penh with a release order in his pocket, unharmed and in good health. What follows is Anson's own account of his 21 days behind the lines...
...Grenoble, 20 riders kept pace with Merckx to the foot of the first mountain. Four peaks later, Eddy emerged alone at the summit of the final, 4,200-ft. climb. Then, as he hurtled down the twisting mountain road at 50 m.p.h., he calmly took a wrench from his pocket and adjusted the seat of his bike. Whirling into the Grenoble stadium, he circled the track and still had time to complete a leisurely ceremonial lap before his closest competitor hove into view...
Bedtime Story. The Klein "speech rectifier" includes a tiny microphone that is worn over the larynx. Activated by the wearer's voice, the mike turns on a pocket-size generator that transmits the sound of gently rushing water to receivers plugged into the ears. While he is speaking, the wearer hears the waterfall, which muffles the full range of his voice. As soon as he stops speaking, the device automatically turns...
Nathanael West habitually wore what he called "the smile of an anarchist . . . with a bomb in his pocket." He also carried the bomb. During the '30s, West flipped two high-explosive satires (Miss Lonelyhearts, The Day of the Locust) at Middle America. Hardly anybody noticed. His four novels, which took 14 years to write (1924-1938), earned him exactly $1,280 in royalties. Twenty years after his shocking death he was recognized as the finest and blackest American humorist since Mark Twain went to his bitter end. Now, a young California English professor has at last accorded West...
...admiring David. Atop the 555-ft. Washington Monument, Charles was exhilarated by the view of the capital under a full summer moon and impulsively suggested: "Let's walk down." While Anne determinedly led Tricia and Julie toward the elevator, the prince, one hand tucked jauntily in a pocket, paced David down the 898 steps. At the Lincoln Memorial, Charles stopped to talk to an English couple in a crowd, asked puckishly: "Do the Americans treat you well?" He was fascinated at the Smithsonian Institution by Charles Lindbergh's Spirit of St. Louis, and mused, like thousands of nonroyal...