Word: predawn
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...During predawn darkness in the mid-Pacific atomic proving grounds, the B-52 intercontinental jet bomber Barbara Grace roared upwards from Eniwetok Air Base, the big bomb in its belly. A fleet manned by 13,500 men stood 39 miles off target-Namu Atoll at the northwest edge of Bikini Atoll-while the big B-52 climbed to an altitude of 40,000 to 50,000 ft. Suddenly a fireball flared through the dark-silver-white, creamy-white, orange, red, boiling outward to a three-mile diameter at a speed of hundreds of miles per hour. Along the horizon spread...
...this week's report on rhythmical Trinidad (see Music), however, Harman took his ear directly to the source. From predawn, when a rooster, the only unmusical creature he heard on the island, awoke him, he roamed the carnival-crowded streets of Port-of-Spain to hear such exotic instruments as steel drums, bongos and bamboo tamboo. In a hidden grove of palms, he even heard a bootleg concert of the long-banned jungle drums. One night at Port-of-Spain's Little Carib Theater the island's wild and inexorable rhythms got to Harman. Like everybody else...
...flees, and Vera fatalistically awaits her end, aided only by stubble-bearded Charles Vanel, an ambiguous private detective with the disconcerting habit of turning up in her bedroom at midnight to report his progress. The terrors mount to the satisfying crescendo of a Gothic nightmare as Vera, haunted by predawn whispers, creakings and rustlings, retreats to her own bathroom, finds the tub filled with water and containing the staring body of her drowned husband. She dies of heart failure, and Director Clouzot brings his masterly thriller to a shocker of a conclusion that no moviegoer should learn in advance...
...Naval Academy at Annapolis one night last week and burned a great disfiguring M into the carefully tended turf of Thompson Stadium. No one got too fired up. The lacrosse game coming up between Navy and Maryland was sure to be a minor riot, anyway, and the predawn blaze seemed almost a proper ritual. Rules, referees and two centuries of civilization have failed to temper the spirited spring sport that white men learned from the American Indian...
Mahendra put aside his plaid sport jacket and made a predawn pilgrimage to the golden-roofed temple of the Lord Pashupatinath to pray to Shiva for guidance while a river of milk flowed over his feet. In the midst of the prayer, a great clap of thunder shattered the silence of Katmandu. Mahendra took it as an omen and promptly fired Nepal's Prime Minister. A democratically-minded young man, Mahendra was outraged by Nepalese politics. "Some people excuse themselves by saying Nepalese democracy is still only in its infancy, but this seems a strange excuse to me," said...