Word: sunkenness
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...year television toiler-last week was making plans and sifting "offers." But first he was off to a TV acting job on the West Coast; he will soon narrate a World Wide 60 show on architecture, and thereafter lead a skindiving squad to the Caribbean in search of sunken treasure. All these projects would not be hurt by his sudden fame on the Paar show, nor would his forthcoming autobiography-Yours Truly, Hugh Downs, or I Look Younger in Person-suffer in sales...
...there a man in the magazine or newspaper world who is constitutionally capable of writing a diving story without dragging in "silver and jewels"? Or who can resist employing the old, shameful deceit concerning the value of sunken cargo by citing its insured or market value at the date when it was loaded aboard the ship-new and being awaited by some purchaser whose plans and profits revolved around it? What would be today's value of papermaking machinery made in 1927, valued then at $1,500,-ooo? What would its original consignee give for it, delivered now, even...
...down volcanic chimneys, bathe in a grotto lined with glittering quartzes, stagger through regions of miasmal fumes and luminous algae, survive an attack by giant lizards, sail on a raft across an underground sea, get wrecked in the whirlpool that spins around the planet's axis, stumble into sunken Atlantis, and finally are sucked into a volcanic vent and blown out the top of Mount Stromboli (altitude: 3,040 ft.) into the Tyrrhenian...
...little equipment and $8,000 in debts. Steady elevator-inspection work now has the debts "under control," and Coghlan has bookings for $50,000 more of the same this year. But he yearns to try for the really big money that he is convinced waits for the taking in sunken Lake Superior treasure...
Like a dead soul out of Gogol, a human figure rose out of a dung heap recently in the Ukrainian village of Tsirkuny, and rushed forth shrieking: "I want to live! I want to work!" Astounded neighbors, reported the Soviet newspaper Izvestia last week, found that the stinking, blinking, sunken-jawed wretch was Grisha Sikalenko, 37, a fellow they all thought had died a hero's death fighting Germans in World War II. In truth, quavered Grisha, he had deserted the very night he marched away to war, sneaked home to the hiding place his parents made...