Word: ranged
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...cabby remembered taking the German to the border town of Eupen. In Eupen, Münch found another driver who had taken a "German businessman" across the border on a rush trip to Remagen-the town where Zech-Nenntwich owns a villa. Münch and Heggemann boldly rang the villa's doorbell and demanded to see Zech-Nenntwich. In a four-day talk marathon, the pair finally persuaded him to surrender to the police, then sped to Hamburg to turn out a 14-page exclusive spread that was certain to help Stern (circulation...
...nights shook with gunfire. Police exhausted their ammunition, and had to send out emergency calls for more. False fire alarms rang through the area. Mounted police heaved back against the mobs with their horses. Again and again came the cries of "Police brutality!" "Kill 'em!" "Murderers!" A white newsman, telephoning from a bar, heard a Negro yell: "We gotta kill all the whiteys!" He dropped his phone and scooted out. A bartender shook his head sadly: "Where are their parents? If the parents would take charge of them, they couldn't get mixed up in this...
...alarm bells rang, the two men coolly ladled a stream of gems into a black bag. "They heard the signal go off," said the shop's manager later, "but they didn't lose their sangfroid. They took only diamonds, emeralds and really precious necklaces. They chose well...
...years passed, color rang in his work like chimes. His palette brightened past the impressionists, past the Fauves. Kupka frequently visited Chartres Cathedral, where he sat hour on hour soaking in the rainbow radiance of its stained-glass windows. He studied Newtonian color theory, and like Kandinsky, who was five years his senior, he quit coloring nature and began illustrating the nature of color. He wanted anything, he wrote, but "the postcard photograph...
...Goldwater press aide had been up almost all night celebrating his boss's victory. Now, as the telephone rang in his hotel suite, he struggled from bed, picked his way through a litter of empty champagne bottles, listened briefly and wearily. Before stumbling back to the bedroom, he told waiting reporters: "Okay, we've made it official about Bill Miller...