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...with only one deputy, over 3,800 square miles. Notified that Wilson had not returned, he went to the spot where the car had stood. From there he followed two sets of men's tracks, leading into the hills. Just before sundown he found Wilson's bullet-torn body. The tracks indicated that the two men had walked side by side until they came to the gully. Then one had dropped behind about twelve feet. This man, it seemed, had shot Wilson and not even walked forward to examine the body. His tracks led back to the place...
...When Wayne Sturdevant, 32, was shot during an argument, the bullet lodged in a heart cavity. As a surgeon at Seattle's Swedish Hospital was removing it, the bullet slipped from his forceps and traveled down a large vein, against the blood flow, into the abdomen. So the surgeons sewed up the heart and chest, and within 20 minutes, opened the abdomen. This time they got the bullet. Sturdevant was making a good recovery last week from the shooting and both operations...
...graduating from Columbia Medical School in 1916. Ferry also found time to get married in 1916, and even made an expedition with General Pershing's National Guard unit to the Mexican border, where Poncho Villa was shooting up local villages. During one of the skirmishes, Ferry recalls, a stray bullet whizzed past his nose, pierced the head of a mule standing next to him, and stopped only when it hit a pack of cigarettes in a sergeant's pocket...
...Bullet Bob" Turley threw two convincers last week. First, going a full ten innings against Cleveland, Turley pitched a 4-hitter (striking out five) and won his third game of the young season, 2-1. Later, against the Boston Red Sox, Turley left the Boston batters gaping as he reared back and struck out eleven of them in an eight-inning stint (he was lifted for a pinch hitter) and won his fourth game of the year...
...night I joined Shmuel Schiff as he made his watchman's rounds. We stumbled through the dark across whirls of rusty barbed wire, past shoebox houses pock-marked with bullet holes. He poked his pistol at the heavy-meshed windows, to make sure that they were strong enough to keep out hand grenades. A rifle barked in the distance. We turned about at the end of the village near an abandoned house. A widow had lived there until one morning last June, when three men poked dynamite underneath the floor and blew her to pieces. U.N. officers tracked...