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...Frost wanted a vertical take-off-which is quite a trick. Even such a powerful jet engine as Pratt & Whitney's J-57, with about 10,000 Ibs. of thrust, can barely lift its own weight vertically. After countless wind-tunnel tests, Frost finally found what he thinks is a solution in an aerodynamic principle known as "the Coanda effect...
...year-old Negro servant, well known for his loyalty to Mrs. Eileen Ennis, one of Mombasa's 2,000 whites. He returned to the Ennis household with two panga knives, slashed Mrs. Ennis and stabbed her sleeping daughter. When the police arrived, the Mau Mau had thrust a knife into his own chest, and was desperately trying to electrocute himself at the household fuse box. ¶In Wakamba territory, southeast of Nairobi, a gang of screaming tribesmen, shooting pistols and poisoned arrows, attacked a veterinary inspector at Machakos. "We want your head!"they screamed, but Dick McCausland, with...
...cannot write a word. And, twittering all over, old before their time, with eyes like rissoles in the sand, they are helped up the gangway of the home-bound liner by kind bosom friends (of all kinds and bosoms) who bolster them on the back, pick them up again, thrust bottles, sonnets, cigars, addresses, into their pockets, have a farewell party in their cabin, pick them up again, and, snickering and yelping, are gone: to wait at the dockside for another boat from Europe and another batch of fresh, green lecturers...
Returning to twist the dirk already thrust into the Reber brothers, McCarthy asked General Reber: "Are you aware of the fact that your brother was allowed to resign when charges that he was a bad security risk were made against him as a result of the investigation of this committee?" Jenkins roared in protest. McClellan roared in protest. McCarthy talked on, stuck to his question. General Reber sat in silence, gripping the edges of the witness table until his knuckles showed white. Finally, McCarthy, having made his point over radio and television, dismissed the entire question as unimportant, and grandly...
...disappeared into the night in the direction of the Jordan border. Soon the men came back with a prisoner. He was an Arab of medium height, and he tried to make himself smaller by pressing his hands against his belly. The Israelis searched him roughly, and one of them thrust the snout of a Tommy gun into his stomach. He made a noise like a wounded animal. Then Tryfus tried to thrust the land mine into the prisoner's hands. The Arab shrank back, and Tryfus laughed grimly. "He knows nothing," mimicked one of the policemen. "They never know...