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...action starts in 1970 when heavily armed urban guerrillas rob a Brink's armored truck at a Massachusetts shopping mall. Two years later the merry band empties a Wells Fargo van in the same general area. "We're not dealing here & with a group of retards, my friends," says Inspector John D. Richards of the state police. "These are sharp minds we've got on our hands, making these withdrawals...
...continue to fester following a rash of strikes that first broke out in July. At a Hyundai Heavy Industries shipyard in Ulsan, where walkouts resumed after wage talks collapsed, a striker died and three others were seriously injured when a driver, whom they had beaten, got back into his truck and ran them over. Some 13,000 strikers occupied the yard, smashing windows, setting fire to cars and battling riot police. Late in the week police raided Hyundai and a second occupied plant and dragged away 200 strikers. Alarmed by the disturbances, Kim and Roh vowed to push for revision...
...captured animals, which weigh up to 2,900 lbs., are rolled onto sleds, hoisted with ropes into a truck and transferred into stockade-like holding pens. Sometimes they revive unexpectedly; last year Coetsee was gored in the leg. But most can be hand fed in the holding pens within a few days. And rhino calves, Coetsee reports, like to be tickled...
...kilns are mounded, cavelike structures of concrete, lighted by air holes in the curved roofs. There is a door at either end, and Ray backed his truck in one. Inside the kiln, soot coated the walls. It was damp and smelled of wet chimney. Ray worked fast, standing on the truck bed, stacking his load on a base left by another woodcutter, filling the kiln up to the ceiling 5 ft. above his head. His safety depends on how well the previous woodcutter stacked his load. Once, warned by a slight noise, he had just enough time to jump away...
...differentiating herself from a gaggle of rising young female comics. She arrives onstage toting an accordion and wearing a tatty Grecian-style gown -- a fairy-tale princess dressed by Woolworth's. Her monologues alternate between airy twittering (she refers to herself as the "goddess" and the "petite flower") and truck-stop sarcasm. To the guy who comes on to her in a punk-rock bar, she growls, "I was lookin' for someone a little closer to the top of the food chain." Feminist frustration is mixed with existential nuttiness: "You know what scares me? When you have to be nice...