Word: scalped
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...bright young resident physician, hearing Myrna's parents describe how the paralysis had crept up to her head, remarked: "It sounds like tick paralysis, so be sure to look for a tick." Attendants found an engorged tick embedded in Myrna's hair,, its head deep in her scalp. A doctor sprayed the area with ethyl chloride, which froze the tick so that it could not burrow deeper (as ticks do when disturbed), worked it out with a pair of tweezers, taking care not to break off the head. Within little more than an hour, Myrna was twitching...
...Central Park West. In the building's vestibule an ill-wisher met Costello, plunked one .38 slug into his head at ten-foot range, departed in a black Cadillac. The bullet, a hatband-guided missile, burrowed like a chigger in a short curve underneath Costello's scalp, and came out at the other side of his head without even nicking his skull. At week's end 60 detectives had poor prospects of finding the bungling gunman before he himself was liquidated by 1) Costello's boys, or 2) his frustrated employers. Costello, his feelings more wounded...
Entraining in Kansas City for three weeks of sunshine on a Florida key, Harry S. Truman, 72, and wife Bess, 71, bore the marks of Missouri mishaps. Bess's broken left ankle was still in a cast after a recent household tumble (TIME, Jan. 14); Harry's scalp was bandaged over a six-stitch wound he got when he slipped on an icy sidewalk outside his home during a dawn workout...
...Notre Dame's saddest football season in history (2 won, 8 lost) had many an Irish alumnus-including Brennan's predecessor and mentor Frank Leahy-screaming for the scalp of young (28) Coach Terry Brennan. But Notre Dame's president, the Rev. Theodore M. Hesburgh, C.S.C., silenced the pack by giving Brennan a timely vote of confidence: "Coach Brennan was engaged in 1954 on a verbal agreement for three years . . . we are now re-engaging him for next year...
...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 for a doctor. Silently, they huddled around a fire...