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...fellow with an open shirt and an old jacket, no overcoat and no hat"?pick up one of the grenades and throw it back. The AVH panicked, and the mob surged forward. Ferenc heard a burst of machine-gun fire. There was a sudden silence and then a roar went up, soft at first, and then like thunder. Says Ferenc: "I saw, being passed back over the heads of the crowd, a dead woman of about 45. I found myself screaming with rage. I was like an animal." A people's wrath is a terrifying thing. That night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: HUNGARY: Freedom's Choice | 1/7/1957 | See Source »

...stepped from his plane, Chou cheerfully endured the perils of a blizzard of tossed rose petals and the weight of garlands of marigolds flung about his neck by impulsive Indian schoolgirls. He was still smiling a day later when the smoke of a large firecracker, exploding with the roar of a bomb at one of the rallies, at last cleared away...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INDIA: The Smiling Man | 12/10/1956 | See Source »

...sense of soul, flair. Even if he had flubbed a tricky rhythm, nobody would have known it, for Entremont played with a momentum that swept all before him. Few in the audience liked the Jolivet concerto much at first, but when the final notes faded there was a roar of approval. The orchestra refused to share the pianist's reward, simply sat tight and applauded...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Grande Ambiance | 11/12/1956 | See Source »

...hats, perhaps only because none of them smiled. Each one sat in his huge car, staring ahead tightlipped, with his window rolled up as if to say "No solicitors allowed." Each one sat there in his car, waiting intently for his light to turn green so that he could roar ahead, so that he could stop at the next signal, silent...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: There You Have It | 11/7/1956 | See Source »

...Kill. In the silence of the ravine, Squires had stopped. He heard Scott's shrieks, the grizzly's bull-like roar. Should he go back? Could he go back? His Winchester lay empty in the thicket above. No. He must get help. Running and stumbling for a mile, he climbed exhausted on his horse, raced two miles for camp. Ninety minutes later, Squires and three hunters found Ken Scott, ragged and mauled, his scalp partly torn from his head, but still alive. The bear was gone. The hunters carried Scott to a clearing, made plans to send...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MONTANA: Death in the Jack Pines | 11/5/1956 | See Source »

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