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...looked over and saw three friends struggling to push a Pontiac convertible out of a snowbound parking space. "Sure," he said and braced himself against the rear fender. With a mighty heave they pushed the car free. It sped off down the street, though not before it had sprayed a thick stream of wet snow over Vag's only clean pants...
...flight of stairs into the main room. "The place," he said, "is really jumpin'." The concert hall of the Hi-Hat is divided into three areas: the bandstand, populated by seven bouncing musicians; a submerged central portion, filled with numerous raucous patrons; and an elevated section in the rear holding the more sedate element. The only table available was in the last section. It was partially filled and we were invited to join two young ladies at a table...
Ashes to Ashes. On wound the procession, the foreign dignitaries in the rear making a poor show beside the disciplined march of the military. Drab in topcoat and tophat they walked, wearing the abstracted look which the important learn to adopt under the pressure of staring eyes-neither marching nor sauntering, in a kind of compromise stiff-legged strut, along the weary three-mile route. At Paddington they broke ranks at last, milling and chatting discreetly as the coffin was loaded on to the funeral train amid the skirling of pipes. As the train pulled out, a blind...
Umberto Calosso has spent most of his 56 years fighting a rear-guard action against Fascism. In 1923 Mussolini jailed him for speaking against the new order. Calosso escaped to the north, where he got a job as a schoolteacher, but, not content merely to teach, he began editing an anti-Fascist newspaper. Hearing that Mussolini's blackshirts were after him, he fled Italy...
...made Russian receiving set, and a file of ciphers which gave them the key to the government's collection of coded messages. At the carpenter's home, at first they found nothing. But after searching, a policeman spotted a hole no larger than a golfball at the rear of the house. He shouted down the hole, "Come out!" and jumped back with astonishment when a muffled voice replied: "I have work to do." Then smoke curled from the small opening; the trapped man had started to burn secret papers. Police rushed for water and poured it down...