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Word: scrubbings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Thum, has 250 men and 150 widely assorted vehicles, including Jeeps, 10-ton wreckers, bulldozers, power shovels and 35 airplanes and helicopters. All are needed; the range is as big as Connecticut, and although some parts are bare desert, others are precipitous mountains and dense, hummocky tangles of thorny scrub. Finding small missiles-or fragments of small missiles-in this hairy country is a job for resourceful...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Recovery at White Sands | 6/29/1962 | See Source »

Once in the crown colony, they dodged through fields and thickets, trying to avoid being spotted by R.A.F. helicopters cruising low over Robins Nest Mountain and the scrub pines of Flower Hill. Most were routed from their hiding places by skirmish lines of British troops, and sent to Fanling camp. There, after a nourishing meal, the luckless refugees were herded onto trains or trucks for the short ride back to Red China. Along the way, fellow Chinese tossed food packages into the refugees' outstretched hands. Most of them saved some of the food against the day when they would...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: Flood of Misery | 6/1/1962 | See Source »

Nature branded a curse on the Northeast. Except in a narrow coastal belt, rain is so scant that 87% of the area consists of parched, brown sertāo, a rolling hinterland matted with cactus-tough scrub where peasants hack at the hard soil with primitive hoes. Two months ago, the first rains in eight months brought a green fuzz to the sertāo. But drought had already ruined this year's crop of beans, corn and manioc-root flour, mainstays of the peasant diet. Famine swept the sertāo, sending thousands of camponeses to the towns...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Brazil: The Hungry Land | 5/18/1962 | See Source »

Dawn's first light broke through a heavy haze, diffusing Christmas Island's end-of-the-world ugliness. The barren stretches of sand and scrub, the grey hulls of freighters and barges in the tiny harbor, the naked steel testing towers, the exposed beams of half-completed buildings, all took on a weird beauty. It was already a humid 76°. An 8-knot breeze rippled the coconut fronds. In a small operations building, about 15 technicians sat amid the coffee-cup litter of a sleepless night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Atom: For Survival's Sake | 5/4/1962 | See Source »

Miami's public hospitals came at the end of a long, hard day, and nerves were frayed as the surgeons hurried to get out of the operating room. Even so, a surgeon trained in Cuba was shocked to hear a colleague bark at a male scrub nurse: "Get out of my way, you Cuban nigger!" The surgical nurse was an exile who had been a professor of obstetrics and gynecology at the University of Havana...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Doctors in Exile | 4/13/1962 | See Source »

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