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...minuters. Both are consecrated to the presentation of heroic deeds. Twelve O'Clock High, derived from the novel and movie of the same name, is about men who flew B-17s in World War II. Robert Lansing is the central figure-a flying general named Savage, who can spit 220 nails a minute. "I'm going to make you lay square eggs," he told one of his pilots last week. "I'm going to hand you a copilot who's all thumbs, a bombardier who can't hit his plate with his fork, a navigator...
...State Highway 70 through country so studded with lakes that the road seems a bridge, and so rich in woods that they spill right up to the road's edge until the turnoff at Eagle River onto U.S. 45. U.S. 460 in Indiana meanders over hills only a spit away from Kentucky to the Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial, which includes the site of the log cabin where the young Lincoln studied by candlelight, and the grave of his mother, Nancy Hanks. Farther along is the New Harmony settlement, a 19th century Utopian experiment that has been memorialized...
Unknown to the modern young is the pungent incense of punk and the acrid reek of exploded salute. Not even the harmless, dancing crackle and spit of lady crackers, limp in their red-gold Oriental wrappings, has lifted their Fourth-of-July hearts-not to mention the delicious danger of the thrown cherry bomb, or the thrilling thop-thop of the handheld, Roman candle...
...rider swerves past little dinosaur eggs hatching before his very eyes, while off to the left a two-story Tyrannosaurus rex is busily killing a tough stegosaurus. A caveman with Cro-Magnon bravado appears, confronting an 800-lb. bear. A pert little cavewoman turns meat on a spit, while her cave-baby warms his bottom beside her. Cavedaddy turns out to be the first tycoon. He invents the wheel...
...Standing alone in a spotlight with the stage dark behind her, her pretty face turns visibly gaunt with agony as she hurls her love-born hate at God's "icy snow-white heaven! If He is somewhere around this fearful planet, if I ever see Him, I will spit in his face! In God's face! How dare He presume to judge a living soul . . . Oh, let me be pregnant, let me be pregnant, don't let it all be gone...