Word: sprayings
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...third day the navigator died. He too had drunk sea water. "He go crazy," said Gus, "he scream and jump overboard." Sam Luttrell covered his wife and son with his trench coat, lay on top of them to shield them from the freezing spray. On the fourth morning, shivering in a sweatshirt and dungarees, Kathleen Luttrell, who had once danced in the Ziegfeld Follies, died. Her husband did not last long after. "The little boy Sammy," Gus said sobbing, ". . . all last night he cry and cry for his mamma and papa. He lay on them...
...play golf, quit on the first hole, came back slapping at his legs, arms and neck. There was a run on the dispensary's supply of insect repellent. Then the word went out from the Little White House, and Navy fighters whipped low over the area to spray DDT from their belly tanks. Truman, who has often commented that he is thick-skinned, said the mosquitoes weren't bothering him at all. Despite all the excitement, there were some who seemed slow to realize that Harry Truman was in town. A letter addressed to him was delivered late...
...Stokes is planning experiments to see whether a throat spray containing a virus of a disease such as mumps, given soon after injections of gamma globulin, can produce active immunity against the disease...
...struck suitor. Camera work and the musical score are both exceptional. But the net effect of Kazan's direction is more controversial. He has charged the atmosphere to the saturation point with crisis and climax. After two hours trapped in a narrow room with Blanche, sitting under her spray of words alternately cloying and hysterical, the onlookers are likely to sympathize with Kowalski's growing impatience. As a result of keying his action too high and throwing out too much emotion at the audience, Kazan has produced a film that is always exciting, but that in the end is less...
...tall, feathery column of black spray shot into the air and a throaty roar echoed over the grainfields outside Edmonton. Within minutes, a bumper-to-bumper line of cars was moving out of the city along the westbound Jasper highway, heading for the new Acheson oilfield, seven miles away. There a crowd gathered to relish a familiar but stirring sight. Alberta's newest oil well was blowing in wildly, gushing up 200 feet and spitting blobs of copper-black crude for half a mile around...