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...apart. They smashed hatching quail eggs, hurled rocks at the ducks, dropped baby turtles on their backs, pounded away on the shell of the Aldabra tortoise. A Nubian goat bleated in agony as it was pulled from both ends. The baby elephant ran off in terror. A peacock, its tail feathers sore after having been yanked for hours, bit a four-year-old girl in the face. What the kids did not manhandle they made off with, including a number of turtles, pigeons, rabbits and guinea pigs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Zoo: Loving Touch | 6/23/1967 | See Source »

This was probably better prophecy than analysis. But the Album had gotten hold of something. The freshman Class of '42 couldn't help but feel itself at the tail end of a dimly understood upheaval. If only a few things were substantially changed that year, everything, suddenly, was under scrutiny and attack; the reports and the headlines almost tripped over each other...

Author: By Robert A. Rafsky, | Title: Class of 1942 Had One Opportunity: War | 6/12/1967 | See Source »

...really vicious dogfight," recalls Olds, "sort of a general melee with our planes and theirs rolling, twisting and diving all over the place." Olds squeezed off five missiles, and two of the heat-seeking Sidewinders slammed home in enemy tail pipes. With Dawn Patrol grace, he adds: "Both pilots were able to bail out, I'm glad to say." In the second of the day's kills, Olds dived on the fleeing MIG-17 only to have a second Red fighter ambush him with blazing cannons. Scat's Sidewinder blasted the first MIG over a ridgetop...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: The Old Man & the MIGs | 6/2/1967 | See Source »

...sour cream, drops her ostrich tail...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Poets: The Second Chance | 6/2/1967 | See Source »

Linked up head and tail like circus elephants by their "escape ropes," each humping half a hundredweight of gear,* the muzzles of their rifles still taped to keep out gunk, the scouts took advantage of distant artillery salvos to mask their footfalls on the way back to a prearranged retrieval zone. Brown, in the lead, groped his way back through the blackness by memorizing the map and counting his own steps; each time his left foot hit the ground 67 times, he calculated the team had covered 100 meters. Back at the landing zone, Brown's whispered message filtered...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Armed Forces: Democracy in the Foxhole | 5/26/1967 | See Source »

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