Word: shotgun
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...quality, abetted by some light and witty Allison solo flights on the piano. Among the most successful is a swinging, wryly humorous ballad about a misunderstood wife-slayer at "the Parchman Farm" who passes his time "puttin' that cotton in a 'leven foot sack/With a 12-gauge shotgun at [his] back...
...shortwave radio to the Ambassador headquarters and to local police networks. Ramfis is accompanied constantly by two Dominican officers, and all three are armed; even the houseboy in Leavenworth packs a .32 pistol. There has been one big scare so far: a man waiting outside the hotel with a shotgun (he was carefully watched, turned out to be a hunter...
...Chuck and Caril, and for Starkweather's prize possession, a souped-up 1949 Ford. The message went out too late. Four hours earlier the couple, in blue jeans and jackets, drove into a service station on Highway 77, bought 45? worth of gas, a box of .410 shotgun shells and two boxes of .225. They sped on toward the farming hamlet of Bennet (pop. 350), 16 miles southeast of Lincoln. Starkweather needed a hideout, knew that two miles outside Bennet nestled the neat white farmhouse of 70-year-old August Meyer, an old family friend who occasionally allowed...
...early school-night date with Classmate Carol King, 16. They stopped to help. Starkweather shot both through the head with his .22 rifle, pushed their blue-jeaned bodies into an abandoned storm cellar near by. He drove up to Meyer's house, killed him with one .410-gauge shotgun blast, stuffed the body in a washhouse. Then he and Caril headed back to Lincoln, tossed Jensen's schoolbooks out the car window as they rode...
...mansion, where he spent three months each year, Bob Young started his day in routine fashion. He finished breakfast, casually went upstairs to the third-floor billiard room, where he usually played each day after breakfast. But instead of playing billiards, Bob Young took a double-barreled 20-gauge shotgun and sat in a chair. Carefully he set the gun between his knees, placed the barrels against his head, and pulled both triggers. He left no note, and shocked friends could only ask in amazement: "Why?" But close associates could readily see that in Bob Young's fabulous rise...