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...Khrushchev's precious fertilizer is usually wasted in transit. Shipped in boxcars, the coarse Russian mixture sometimes cakes so hard that it has to be broken loose with picks. Piled outside the station, it often lies forgotten through the winter, serving small boys as a toboggan slope. When a traveler once congratulated a rural stationmaster on the bumper wheat crop pressing in on the tracks, the embarrassed official explained: "First, there was this shipment of fertilizer that never got picked up. Then there was that shipment of seed grain that didn't get delivered. They just got together...
...compressed air, a mechanical rabbit named Harvey that rose out of the ground and fed baseballs to the umpire. He dressed his A's in green-and-gold uniforms ("Kelly green and Finley gold," explained one player), installed a flock of green-andgold-blanketed sheep on a grassy slope behind the rightfield fence, passed out free Stetsons, released thousands of green-and-gold balloons with free tickets attached. He even plumped for an orange colored baseball. "The batters could see it better," he insisted, adding that bats should be green...
...notorious "General" Baimungi, the meanest Mau Mau of them all, had no intention of joining the ranks of the technologically unemployed. Once last month's independence celebrations were over, he and his band of 200 green-uniformed thugs slipped quietly back into the forests on the north slope of Mount Kenya, broke out hidden rifles, and resumed their careers...
...good family, a smattering of languages, and big, clear handwriting. During Lord Palmerston's 16 years as Foreign Secretary and Prime Minister, state papers were constantly returned from 10 Downing Street with testy quibbles on the writer's grammar or his handwriting, which, Palmerston insisted, should slope forward, not backward "like the raking masts of an American schooner...
...international crime syndicate called SPECTRE (Special Executive for Counterintelligence, Revenge and Extortion), Bond at first displays his customary stocks in trade. He uses his own urine as invisible ink, and successfully escapes from Blofeld's Alpine retreat by a daredevil schuss down the snow-covered, moonlit slope-as patrols of goons with guns set an avalanche tumbling down after him. Then, suddenly, Bond is threatened with what, for an international cad, would clearly be a fate worse than death: matrimony...