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...Department of Agriculture intends to cross the disease-prone American elm with the hardy Siberian variety. Even if the hybrid is a success, elm lovers are not likely to be pleased. The new tree clearly lacks the grace of its American parent. "It has a single, central trunk rather than our beautiful vaselike division," says Hansel. "Who will want a tree that looks more like a maple than...
...most amazing part of the morning was that nobody got killed. Although nobody fought the cops in the trees, everybody held on. But if you're perched on a limb some 50 feet up, it's hard to keep from falling when a cop inches around the tree trunk and suddenly grabs one of your feet, out from under you, while another one yanks one of your hands off of the limb above you. They even sawed off one limb with a person still on it. The police lowered some people head first and shoved others into the uplifted bulldozer...
...lost up to $10 million annually. Last week, however, "The All-Steak Airline" became a pioneer of sorts. After numerous unsuccessful efforts to sell Northeast, Storer Broadcasting Co., which owns 86% of the stock, induced Northwest Airlines to take it. The merger would be the first among U.S. trunk lines since United acquired Capital in 1961, and could set off a new round of airline consolidations...
...question is what Northwest, which is the most profitable of the eleven U.S. trunk lines, wants with the money-losing carrier. St. Paul-based Northwest has earned more than $50 million in each of the past three years, flying high on routes that link the U.S. East and West coasts with the Orient. Boston-based Northeast is an odd amalgam of New England regional service, commuter runs to New York and Washington and vacation routes to Florida, Bermuda and the Bahamas. Its services to the South attract heavy traffic in the winter months, and little but heavy expenses the rest...
SIXTH DAY. Fred was awakened by the violent flapping of the tent. Outside, an icy, 45-m.p.h. wind was screaming off the lake. In the clearing the trees were bending in the wind like drawn bows as Fred hung Melina's sponge in a spruce and sprinkled the trunk with a liquid lure made from the sex glands of a doe. Nothing worked. "The only thing left to do," said Fred, blackening his face with soot, "is hunt by moonlight and shoot by shape." Shortly after dusk, his eye caught the reflection of antlers in the moonlight. Again...