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...quiet, lazy Sunday morning last October, Jack Bamford, a boy apprentice miner, was awakened in the Bamford cottage in Newthorpe, near Nottingham, by the acrid smell of wood smoke. He roused his dad, who is a miner. They ran downstairs into a roaring fire at the foot of the stairway, and together rescued Mrs. Bamford and three of the children. Then they remembered Brian, 6, and Roy, 4. They were trapped in Jack's back bedroom; and the second floor was in flames. Father wrapped himself in a blanket and tried to rush upstairs, but fell back before...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: I Didn't Really Do Owt | 12/29/1952 | See Source »

...glow of the sickly crescent moon, Sergeant Main made out the ridge he was seeking. Nine Marines fanned quietly out to establish a base of fire. Main, a second sergeant with a submachine-gun and two riflemen circled with infinite caution toward the top, sniffing like animals for the smell of garlic, the telltale odor of the Chinese soldier...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARMED FORCES: The Sunday Punch | 11/24/1952 | See Source »

...Miserable War. A yard from the summit the two sergeants froze. Just ahead, almost within touching distance, a Chinese stood vaguely silhouetted against the dark sky. They tensed to tackle him; their mission was to bring back a prisoner. But in that split second, warned by smell or some faint sound, the Chinese touched the trigger of his burp gun. Main shot the prisoner-to-be instantly and regretfully with his .45, but the second sergeant rolled backward down the hill with an astounded gasp, slugs in his arm, leg and belly. After that the night was noisy with gunfire...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARMED FORCES: The Sunday Punch | 11/24/1952 | See Source »

...Professor" Franklin was bubbling: "With these kids around me, and the smell of the sand and the bulls in my nostrils in my own plaza, I'll never be an old, retired matador. I'll go right on in the ring until I die, with my fighting slippers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Yanqui Matador | 11/24/1952 | See Source »

Elephants, he says, cannot see clearly beyond 25 yards, but they can hear and smell for hundreds of yards, and sometimes farther. More than once he followed groups of elephants which had detached themselves from the main herd; when he revealed himself, the groups fled. And at the same moment, sometimes miles away, the main herd would break off in uneasiness. Oberjohann, who tested this observation by leaving several natives to watch the main herd, believes that it points to something remarkably like elephant telepathy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Elephants in the Raw | 11/17/1952 | See Source »

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