Word: snowed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Parisian Jean Vincendon, 23, and Belgian François Henry, 22, decided to have a try at its challenging heights. They set out early in the morning of Dec. 22. The sky was blue and the air was warm, the kind of weather when skiers down below wish for snow. Four days later the skiers had their snow. Up above, the Alpine peaks were shrouded with ominous evidence of storm and fury. Torn between heartache and indignation, the people of Chamonix gazed aloft, muttered about laws to prevent off-season climbing, and gazed hopefully at the local guides, who refused...
...filled with blankets, food and medicine, took off from the French air-force base at Le Fayet, 20 kilometers down the valley. With an Alpine guide aboard to plot the route, the little plane spotted the climbers on a treacherous northern slope close to the edge of a snow cliff that threatened to break away at any minute. The pilot could not get close enough to drop his supplies. The expedition made another try by helicopter. It was impossible to land the big machine, but the guide dropped his rescue packages to the boys along with a note telling them...
Next day the air force tried again with another helicopter-a big Sikorsky 58 with two pilots and two guides aboard. A great gust of snow temporarily blinded the man at the controls as he attempted a landing. The big machine lurched and crashed to earth, its rotors crumbled. The guides leaped out to find Vincendon and Henry in the snow more dead than alive, their legs frozen, their faces black with frostbite. "I'm going to die," murmured Vincendon...
...Snow-topped Poet Carl Sandburg lost a tooth (to a dentist) and gained a year, making him 79. On his North Carolina farm he was grinding out verses, more autobiography and strumming his old guitar. Prairie Bard Sandburg cheerfully prophesied: "I'll die propped up in bed, trying to do a poem about America...
...when Innkeeper Johannes Badrutt bought the little Kulm Hotel. Johannes was modestly prospering on summer trade when one autumn he wagered four departing British guests that they could stroll around St. Moritz in midwinter without overcoats. That winter the four struggled upland through the snow, arrived in St. Moritz to find the sun so warm that Johannes was waiting in his shirtsleeves. He won his bet. Next winter the four came back with friends, and the town was on its way to fame as a winter resort. Johannes enlarged the Kulm to accommodate 400 guests, furnished it with fine paintings...