Word: tree
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Before a coroner's jury, convened after the killing, Link was a cooperative witness. He said that Calvin had rushed him, brandishing the three-pronged hoe, with "a terrible expression on his face." Link told how he had run to a tree against which he had leaned the shotgun, fired twice. Calvin kept coming. Link went for his .38 and slammed out three more shots...
Aroused by the sound of gunfire, Ambassador Barros looked out from his of fice window onto the tree-shaded avenue in front of the embassy just in time to see three men and a woman run through the embassy gate. A handful of Dominican cops fired at them. Bullets splattered against the embassy walls, blood trickled down the embassy driveway. In the embassy garden, two men lay dead. The other man and the woman, alive but wounded, were calmly hauled away by Trujillo's henchmen. Brazil pondered breaking diplomatic relations with the murderous Trujillo, as seven other Latin American...
Sliding Doors. After West Germany became a sovereign state in 1955, the new government took over Gehlen's operation. For the past 13 years Gehlen has been established in the village of Pullach, some five miles from Munich, in a tree-shaded compound on the banks of the Isar River. Surrounded by a 10-ft. concrete wall, the compound looks like a housing development, with neat lawns and flower beds, lace-curtained villas and administration buildings. At each entrance are electrically operated sliding doors of steel mesh, with sentry boxes manned by armed and uniformed guards. Gehlen...
...primitive sinews," rioted onto paper in millions, growing out of him, over him, and sometimes beyond him. In the West a few years before he died, he saw a sequoia for the first time. He stared upward for a moment in unbelieving silence, then ran to the big tree, his long arms stretched wide. It was a boyish gesture, but this man of 35 still believed that he might draw into his embrace the biggest thing that lived...
CEREMONY IN LONE TREE, by Wright Morris (304 pp.; Atheneum; $4), is set in the barren Nebraska plains country, where the author stalks his favorite game -the "Sears Roebuck Gothic" Midwesterners with souls imprisoned like "buzzing flies" in "God's cocoon." Morris has been compared variously to Sherwood Anderson, F. Scott Fitzgerald, even Mickey Spillane, but in this, his 13th book, he sounds more like a kind of slick-paper Nathanael West, without that gifted writer's savage humor. His story is wired to the tangled nerve ends of the collection of oddballs and misfits who stumbled...