Word: shoot
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...remember one night which marked the turning point of my dreams. We had prepared a group for action and selected a person whom we'd decided must cease to exist. We observed his habits and laid down a detailed plan. We were going to shoot him down as he returned to his home in the night...
...year-old village on the Normandy coast, 120 miles away. In old Deauville (pop. 5,438) they unpack their purses at three luxury hotels, two race tracks, six nightclubs, a pair of golf courses, 24 tennis courts, a yacht basin, theater, music hall, polo field, clay-pigeon shoot and one of Europe's busiest and most sumptuous casinos. Says a French social commentator: "Deauville is to Paris what Pompeii was to Rome...
India's deadly tiger eliminator (some 1,200 kills), the sure-shot Maharajah of Surguja, approached Canadian officials in New Delhi to arrange for him "to shoot a moose in Canada." Though having no reason to doubt the Maharajah's aim. the diplomats carefully replied that they would try to arrange for him to shoot "at" a moose. Last week five Canadian provinces and the Yukon territory were trying to lure the big-spending Maharajah to their respective hunting grounds. Of these, the Yukon issued a most sporting challenge to him to get there next month. Boasted...
After successive crashes, this final appeal changes to "Shoot the juice to me, Bruce," "Pass the claret to me, Barrett," "Put a gallon in me, Allen," and finally, in a weak whisper, "Hey Daddy-O, Make that Type O." Shocked by all the claret, NBC and ABC banned the song, but Transfusion sold half a million records in two weeks, is now inching toward the million mark. As Nervous Norvus ("I invented Nervous; I'm the cat that invented that"), Drake found himself famous. He has since produced another hit called Ape Call. "The pterodactyl was a flyin...
...hang on, saying No, not yet." Preacher Prescott, both a Job and a Jeremiah, is summoned to his church in the dead of one night by the clangorous bell-ringing of a white-hating rabble-rouser and finds his inflamed flock already there, armed with guns and ready to shoot it out with a lynch mob of whites that is cruising around the bottom land. The Preacher heads off an ugly racial skirmish with an impromptu sermon: "Whether old Abe Lincoln live and die in vain depend on you ... I know well's anybody, we got fight back...