Word: thickets
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Material Witness. In Hialeah, Fla., a lawn party for female employees of the J. R. Handbags of Florida, Inc., makers of alligator purses, broke up in screams when a 35-lb. alligator lumbered out of a nearby thicket...
Swept by stiff ground winds, his chute fouled in a tree, and Pilot Rankin slammed headfirst into the tree trunk. He got up groggily, stiff, cold and numb, with his crash helmet knocked askew. He stumbled into a thicket, was for a moment almost hysterical. Then to himself: "You've come this far down for this? Let's get organized." He began walking a procedural-square search, found himself after two 90° turns on a country road. A dozen cars passed him as he stood on the road, wet, bloody, vomit-stained and haggard, and waving feebly...
Sake & Geishas. As Mizoguchi, the future arsonist, is born to know it, life is a visitation of plagues. His face is ugly. He stammers. His best way of expressing an early-teen-age love is to jump out of a bamboo thicket in the path of his girl's bicycle and scare her half to death. One terrible night, he witnesses his mother in the act of adultery. It is typical of Author Mishima's gift for powerful indirection that this entire episode is conveyed in terms of a ripple of mosquito netting...
...four weeks a 60-man FBI task force roamed Mississippi's Pearl River County (pop. 22,000). Agents questioned both whites and Negroes, prowled through farmyard and country thicket, homed in on the mob that had dragged Mack Charles Parker, Negro rape suspect, heel-first from the county jail at Poplarville and shot him to death (TIME, May 4). Last week the agents abruptly closed their books on the case, locked up their temporary Poplarville field office. On their way out of Mississippi they called on Governor James Plemon Coleman at Jackson, left behind a dossier identifying...
...mangrove islands to the sea. Suddenly, a blinding spotlight blazed through the mist. The U.S. border patrol cutter Douglas C. Shute roared alongside and two agents leaped to the Harpoon's slippery deck yelling: "Keep her on course!" As a defiant helmsman slammed the Harpoon into a mangrove thicket, uniformed Cuban revolutionaries poured from the cabin. One tried to fire his submachine gun, failed only because the clip was in backwards; another exploded a defective hand grenade, blowing off a finger. The rest purpled the air with curses...