Word: shotgunning
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Riding Shotgun. The U.S. State Department asked the Swiss embassy in Havana to protest Castro's refusal to release the big plane, but got no answer. The FBI charged the out-of-reach Oquendo with four offenses, including kidnaping-punishable by life imprisonment. New York police revealed a Cuban plot to hijack five more planes. Detectives studied passenger lists at air terminals, kept a sharp eye on boarding Latin Americans. Kentucky's Representative Frank Chelf introduced a bill to permit civilian crews to "ride shotgun" in airliner cockpits equipped with one-way glass to observe passengers. FAA Administrator...
Share the Patents? Testimony on the drug industry is aimed at building up support for Kefauver's drug-industry antitrust bill (S. 1552). As introduced last April in the Senate (and by New York Democrat Emanuel Celler in the House), the bill is a shotgun blast against everything that Kefauver dislikes in the pharmaceutical industry. It would require drug manufacturers to get licenses from the U.S. Food and Drug Administration and give FDA power to inspect and close their plants. It would prohibit marketing of new drugs until they have been proved effective and make FDA the judge...
...House for a long, serious talk with the President. This time, he came bearing gifts: two Pakistani rugs for the President, a painting for Mrs. Kennedy, a doll for Caroline and two silver rattles for John Jr. In return, Kennedy had Ayub measured for a tailor-made, gold-inlaid shotgun (a 12-gauge Winchester 21), which will be sent directly to Pakistan as soon as it is completed. At noon Ayub addressed Congress (see above), moved taciturn House Speaker Sam Rayburn to remark: "We have been in the presence of a man with iron in his backbone and brains...
Died. Ernest Miller Hemingway, 61, Nobel-prizewinning novelist; by his own hand (shotgun); in Ketchum, Idaho (see BOOKS...
Next morning, shortly after 7 a.m., a pajama-clad Hemingway went downstairs and from the gun rack took his favorite gun, which, like almost everything he owned, was not merely a thing but a ceremonial object. A twelve-gauge, double-barreled shotgun inlaid with silver, it had been specially made for Hemingway. He put the gun barrel in his mouth and pulled both triggers. The blast blew his whole head away except for his mouth, his chin, and part of his cheeks...