Word: swath
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...taller than anything now standing in Los Angeles-and three of 22 stories). Near them will spring up an 1 8-story, 1,000-room hotel, a six-story motion-picture arts center with adjoining 4,000-seat auditorium, a series of shops and department stores. Cutting a swath through the whole development will be a 175-ft.-wide concourse almost a mile long, with a centerway of statuary, fountains and subtropical plants...
...heeded them. By 7 p.m., when the twister swirled over the state line with a roar like a highballing freight train, the 16-store Ruskin Heights shopping center was dotted with evening shoppers. The tornado ripped a path 70 miles long, in some places ploughed a 1,000-yd. swath, splintered more than 700 homes and 40 stores. Ruskin Heights and its shopping center were hard hit. Four died when a supermarket roof collapsed. Total storm toll: 38 dead, 200 injured...
...logs to be used for furniture veneer somehow escaped, and carried the fungus to the Elysian Fields of Unius americana. Travelling up the Connecticut River Valley into New England, and westward as far as the Mississippi, the beetle-fungus team has outrun its pursuers, cutting a determined swath which pathologists estimate will exterminate most of the genus in another ten or twenty years...
...blood-gushing days of the 1930s, Frank Brewster, chief slugger for the Teamsters' Union on the West Coast, once walloped a cop in a picket-line brawl, was hauled off to headquarters, beaten almost to death -and arose from his knees to cut a swath of destruction with his manacled hands. But Frank Brewster decided he wanted to be more than a brick-fisted mug. See NATIONAL AFFAIRS, From Goon to Gent...
...Shane Leslie (of Castle Leslie, County Monaghan, Ireland) saw his first ghost while an undergraduate at Cambridge, and he has been collecting them ever since. A convert to Catholicism (1908), he edited the prestigious Catholic quarterly Dublin Review for nearly a decade, now, at 72, cuts a glorious Irish swath through London on his visits, tricked out in mutton-chop whiskers, cockaded tam-o'-shanter, green kilt and dagger in the stocking. He pursues his ghosts with gusto that may well alarm the shyer shades, as well as some readers. To those who are under the impression that...