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...Japs than I saw in any other one spot that first day. They had evidently been taking their machine gun apart for withdrawal inland when a bomb or shell scored a direct hit on their hole. A souvenir-hunting Corpsman was removing the bayonet from one Jap's scabbard. A colonel, whose regimental command post was near by, shouted: "You'll get yourself mixed up with a booby trap. Now goddam it, leave him alone...
...talked through his overtures and drowned his finales with spontaneous applause. In the last act of Tosca the guns of the firing squad failed to go off, and the hero was obliged to drop dead in silence. In Carmen a soldier tried desperately to get his sabre into his scabbard the wrong...
...table to touch glasses with one and all. But Stalin showed real emotion only once: when Churchill presented the Stalingrad sword (sent as a gift from King George VI "to the steel-hearted citizens of Stalingrad"). Stalin shivered almost imperceptibly, raised the sword to his lips and kissed the scabbard (see cut). President Roosevelt watched, deeply impressed. Others thought they saw "a little lump clumping in his throat." Almost inaudibly, Stalin thanked Churchill and the British...
...that is bad for business." At last Watson solved his problem "by using show business and showmanship in the show business." Now he dresses for work in: 1) a Sam Browne belt, 2) a .38 automatic (with three extra clips of cartridges), 3) an iron-claw in a scabbard, 4) a blackjack, 5) a pair of handcuffs, 6) a "very shiny" gold badge, 7) ("on extra busy nights") a 24-in. police club in one hand and a flashlight in the other. His ushers also spread "a little propaganda" through the neighborhood "regarding how 'tough' the boss...
...pigsty; they are breaking down the wall looking onto the street," cried a 13-year-old boy to his mother. The Cossack woman's husband had been killed at Rostov. She cautiously drew from under the floor an old scimitar wrapped in rags, drew it from its scabbard, tried its edge and resolutely made for the door. Creeping toward the pigsty, she stood crouching by the door awaiting a signal from her son. The boy squeaked softly like a mouse...