Word: bullet
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Last week tenants complained of a persistent stench coming from the Clé apartment. Policemen broke down the door. Charles Clé lay on the couch, his wrists slashed, a bullet in his temple. All the furniture was broken, picture frames and glassware smashed on the floor. In the bathroom, police found the tub covered with plywood boards and a mattress. In it was the decomposing body of Félicie Crippa, eleven months dead of head wounds. Instead of Lysol, Clé had poured several gallons of Eau de Cologne into the water...
...pachyderm activities comic and futile. But Gary wonderfully evokes what the elephants mean to Morel, so that his actions to protect them become a "hymn of hope." Morel hates those who have made a fashion of the safari-"impotents," "alcoholics" and sexually frustrated women. The hunters' bullets stay inside the hides of the beasts for years; wounded elephants pitifully use their trunks to plaster mud on the suppurating bullet wounds...
...days, though, the Pole was the top of the world for Barber, who has flown 1,000,000 miles since 1953 on assignments that sent him tracking Stanley's route through Africa, exploring a Moroccan smuggling trail, catching an Elsa Maxwell party in the Aegean and a Russian bullet in Budapest. Correspondent Barber, a sandy-haired 46, filed happily about the cold, the hazards, the food, the preparations for welcoming the Hillary expedition from New Zealand (see SCIENCE). He also told how he planted a homemade Union Jack at the Pole. One angle that escaped him: the long-established...
...pornographic slides and projects a few lubricious scenes on the fireplace wall. Poor Dave, the man of "exquisite sensibilities," breaks training altogether by bedding down with a shapeless lump of sensuality from the brassiere factory and later marrying her. Finally, his wife's berserk first husband plants a bullet in his brain. After what Dave has been through, this is arguably a happy ending. Besides, Novelist Jones has Dave will his manuscript to his peerless editor Gwen, and everyone knows that getting published is what really counts...
...waters of the Grand Canal. But - hark! - what is that sinister shadow slinking away near by? As a dedicated Young Communist, Chin Lan Tse knows the answer: it is a skulking saboteur in the employ of the decadent Kuomintang clique. Chin Lan Tse pulls the trigger. "Bang!" and the bullet flies out. "Ah yah!" bellows the fascist running dog of capitalism as he vanishes in the night. Dauntless Chin Lan Tse pursues him, falls into a ditch. What bad luck! But, no, it is good luck. For it is at this very point that the treacherous saboteur has done...