Word: shrapnel
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...small, black, white-bibbed torn named Simon. As ship's cat on board the sloop H.M.S. Amethyst on her heroic voyage down China's Yangtze River last spring (TIME, May 2), Simon got his white whiskers singed by a Communist shell, his face and legs scratched by shrapnel. But throughout the Amethyst's cruise, Simon carried on in his billet, caught at least one mouse every...
...peacock which, when removed and placed on a table, strutted, turned its head, and folded and unfolded its fanlike emerald tail. The last Fabergé egg to be presented to the Czarina (in 1916) was prophetically grim: made of blackened steel and poised on four bits of shrapnel, it contained only a miniature painting of the Czar and Czarevitch Alexis with staff generals on the Eastern front. Two years later the imperial family was to be shot to death in a cellar at Ekaterinburg, and in four years Fabergé himself, possibly the last of the great luxury craftsmen...
...Shrapnel in the Liver. At 29, Frankie Majcinek had just one salable skill. In the dealer's slot at Schwiefka's gambling joint, he dealt cards with the impersonal fairness and nerveless accuracy of a machine. "Frankie Machine," the Division Street punks called him, or just Dealer. "That's me," he'd brag, "the kid with the golden arm . . . When I go after a wise guy I don't care...
...customers bought. But there were times when even Molly's affection failed to shore him up. Then his sense of guilt became, in his dreams, a 35-lb. monkey that he lugged around on his back. In the Army, morphine had eased the pain from a piece of shrapnel in his liver. Afterwards, Frankie took to the needle because it was easier than coping with life. When Frankie killed Louie Fomorowski, who sold him the stuff, the cops broke Sparrow down and made him squeal. They caught up with Frankie in his flophouse hideaway, broke in the door...
Bombs soared into the air and burst a thousand feet above the harbor into terrible yellow blossom. Shrapnel peppered the brick walls of the warehouses, plowed the planks off the pier, and rained down upon the hissing waters. Shells shot hither & thither, exploding under the touch of the terrific heat and shooting their missiles at random. Some of the shrapnel shells fell even in Manhattan. On the pier arose a white glare as of a million mercury-vapor lights...