Word: storms
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Telegraph repeaters clicked frantically throughout the Fatherland one day last week. Most urgent. Clear all lines. Berlin calling every Army officer above the rank of colonel, every Storm Troop leader, every Labor Corps leader, every Nazi Youth and Party leader. All were ordered to drop whatever they might be doing and rush to Berlin. Added the Realmleader's official circular telegram: NO EXCUSES WILL BE ACCEPTED...
...Realmleader's car arrived Adolf Hitler, who usually stands up in the back to be cheered, sat morosely in front with his chauffeur-a new one. Magically the whisper flew, "Two Storm Troopers fired yesterday on the Realmleader, killing his chauffeur." Amid heartbreaking tension the vast State Opera filled to bursting. All correspondents were shut out. Everyone inside was sworn to utter secrecy. An hour and a half later the Opera disgorged. That night it filled again with the same secrecy-sworn galaxy of leaders. They heard Tannhauser sung. To perform by special command of Der Reichsjilhrer, beauteous Prima...
...some Nazi Storm Troopers loitering in the station Miss Sittell was moved to say, "Those are awful uniforms you're wearing." The Storm Troopers summoned the lone policeman of Waldmohr, a village three miles distant. He charged Stenographer Sittell with "insulting the Realmleader," clapped her into the village jail. When correspondents arrived they found the village in a panic. Nobody would say anything except the policeman. "Now don't go writing any atrocity stories," he begged. "Fräulein Sittell has plenty of food and all possible conveniences. Her dancing around merrily in her cell is the best...
...Andy Bahr's drive was to be measured in years, not months. Storm after storm beat down. Time & again wolves picked off a few of the herd, stampeded the rest. They came to rivers frozen glare-smooth and the drivers had to notch the ice with picks to give the animals a footing. Fawning seasons forced long halts. In summer black, torturing clouds of flies and mosquitoes swept across the tundra. In winter men and beasts wandered off in blizzards to be gone for days or weeks. For months at a time the whole troupe was lost...
Some fishermen were hired to hack the flesh away with knives. Progress was slow. Day followed dreary winter day. A storm blew up, covered beach and carcass with a brawling smother of surf. Toiling waist-deep in the icy water, Andrews and Clark made fast the carcass as best they could. When the weather cleared the precious remains were finally found buried deep in the sand...