Word: torches
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...they ever pull me up?' Then they started raising me, and all of a sudden the shark swam away. It took me about half a day before I could get up enough nerve to go back down again." Deir himself was working below decks when his acetylene torch sparked an explosion. Sent ashore to a hospital, he turned up again in a few days, scabbed with black burns. Said he: "We got work to do, boys...
...pinned victim. He recalls with fine comic effect two G.I.s in top hats putting on a mock duel in the Italian moonlight, and he remembers the combat medics on bouncing Jeeps who, "kneeling and balancing and clinging miraculously with one arm, raised the other high, as one would a torch, holding a bottle of plasma, pouring life back into a broken body. I think I have never seen a soldier kneeling thus who was not in some way shrouded with a godlike grace and who did not seem sculptured and destined for immortality...
...terror began when one of the 100 elephants in the procession stepped on some live coals dropped by accident from a torch. Trumpeting with pain, the huge beast charged its keeper, who daringly managed to catch it. chain the injured animal to a lamppost. The crowd closed in, jeering and taunting. Someone tried to shorten its chain, instead freed the maddened elephant, which this time charged the tormenting crowd, stomping with legs like tree trunks, flailing, smashing. A woman and child fell under its feet. The fleeing mob trampled eleven more people to death and injured 316 before the elephant...
...beard bearers on one hand and IBM trainees on the other. There are still gold-hatted, high-bouncing young men who know their way to the washroom in the Union Club. In his resplendently gold-jacketed first novel, Yaleman Goodman, 23, lists a few undergraduate acolytes who keep the torch flaming: "Lawlor Reck, who had won the Charleston contest at the Everglades Club in Florida for six years running . . . one of the Du Pont boys . . . Lou Bond, who was from San Francisco and had no toes...
Towering over the sidewalk in front of eastern Santiago's city hall is a 40-ft. billboard showing the major landholdings of Oriente province. Under a sun that bears down like a torch, the guajiros, poor farmers from the hills, stand and stare up hungrily at the land they hope to own through Fidel Castro's agrarian reform. They bring contributions to the Agrarian Reform Institute, everything from pennies to axheads to old barbed wire. "I am in accord with Fidel." says Juan Mora, who owns 17 acres, a thatched...