Word: shelled
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Dirge. Heavy street fighting turned Elisabethville into a shell-pocked inferno, and there was serious doubt that the U.N. could avoid being overwhelmed. Tshombe, after 'a day of hiding, turned up in his heavily guarded residence to direct the battle. Said he: "I am prepared to die fighting in my own home." The tree-lined avenues were littered with the shells of Jeeps and the bodies of men; water and power were cut off, food was running low (and food markets closed), and there was growing danger of disease. Few people ventured out of doors, and many slept...
When M.I.T. commissioned him to do an auditorium, he not only rejected the International cube, but also Louis Sullivan's dictum of "form follows function." He put up an auditorium encased in a gleaming white three-cornered shell that could just as well have been an exhibition hall or a supermarket. For the chapel at M.I.T., his inspiration was the grottoes of Capri, which get their magic light from the sun bouncing...
Lincoln-Mercury. Mercury also has a new intermediate, the Meteor. It shares the Fairlane's body shell, but its rear-end treatment (tubular fender ornaments culminating in a missile-like stop light) is similar to the new full-size Mercury Monterey. Except for a more stately front grill, Lincoln's handsome Continental remains unchanged...
Later, as he ordered the retreat from Blackpool, Masters was faced with the decision of what to do with 19 hopelessly wounded stretcher cases-"the first man was quite naked and a shell had removed the entire contents of his stomach . . . another seemed to have been torn in pieces by a mad giant." To avoid holding up the retreat. Masters ordered the men shot. "One by one, carbine shots exploded curtly behind me. I put my hands over my ears, but nothing could shut out the sound ... I muttered, 'I'm sorry,' and 'Forgive...
...firing line at Camp Perry, Ohio, the pigtailed blonde in striped shorts wiggled comfortably into prone position on the tarp, and consulted a makeshift wind gauge built of a bent coat hanger, a spent cartridge shell and a bit of nylon hose. Then, tucking the butt of a .22-cal. Winchester Special into her right shoulder, she began perforating the nickel-sized bull's-eye in the target 50 yds. off. With all this to watch, her male competitors in last week's National Smallbore Rifle Championships could scarcely keep their minds on the range. "Not only...