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Some 3,000 ft. below the surface of the Atlantic, off the northern coast of Florida, the creature peered inquisitively through the dark and murky waters, groping for the ocean bottom. Sweeping its searchlight back and forth like a baleful eye, it spotted a smooth black surface below. Touching down gently, it began to creep along on wheels, stopping occasionally to pick up chunks of black rock with its two 9-ft. arms. Finally, it slowly rose to the surface, its mission accomplished and its curiosity temporarily satisfied...
...remarkable lengths to get them, too. Once, Hope's plane circled for hours over a camp in Alaska before it was finally guided to a safe landing by a searchlight from a nearby mountain. After the performance ("Brace up, you're God's frozen people!"), Hope asked about the searchlight crew, pushed up to the outpost and performed a second show-for two lonely, grateful men. In 1963, just before his annual Christmas tour, Hope suffered a blood clot in his left eye. Doctors saved his sight with laser-beam surgery. While he was recuperating, his U.S.O...
...night last week, Colonel Ileto got a tip from a government informer that the elusive Oscar was hiding near by. Hastily the colonel sent seven army and constabulary platoons in searchlight-carrying, armored personnel carriers to a house near the village of San Pablo, 40 miles north cf Manila. Realizing that they were outgunned, the Huks inside agreed to surrender. But while 13 men, women and children filed out the front door, four rebels tried to make a break for it across the back porch roof. Aided by the glare of the searchlights, the troopers picked off the first three...
Clara Bow never found the limelight again. Her comeback efforts-two pictures, a Hollywood cabaret called, embarrassingly, It-all flickered feebly and failed. She retired to live with her husband, Cowboy Actor Rex Bell (later Lieutenant Governor of Nevada), on Bell's 350,000-acre ranch near Searchlight, Nev., and raised their two sons in complete obscurity. She took the fever of the '20s with her. Throughout the next three decades she was in and out of sanatoriums, continually racked with insomnia, often unable to speak coherently or recognize old friends. Every Christmas she wrote to Louella Parsons...
...pool, Belmondo spins athletically through a series of double and triple crosses, showing more bounce per trounce than any leading man of his class. On the final bounce, it is inevitably Moreau who catches him. The minx with a perpetual moue, she sings, dances, suddenly flashes her searchlight smile over an unpromising patch of script-and the lost art of ultrasophisticated comedy springs to life on the instant. She seems more assured than ever as a chic dissembler who has hung by her fingernails through many a tight squeak. As one swindle takes shape, she dryly murmurs to Belmondo...