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Finally Executive Officer Arthur F. Anders, shot through the throat and unable to speak, scrawled the order to abandon ship on the bulkhead. While the crew and refugee passengers, many of them wounded, were being taken ashore in small boats, the planes machine-gunned them, then veered off to bomb three Standard Oil tankers. The refugees, fearful of more attacks, lay freezing in the muck & reeds of the river bank when Japanese motorboats appeared, fired a couple of belts of machine gun bullets into the Panay, boarded her and finally left her to sink. Two hours and 20 minutes after...
...general, deaths by asphyxia are characterized by blueness (cyanosis) of the face, ears, fingernails and lips; the eyes are bloodshot and the inside of the lids are red; and there are tiny hemorrhages under the scalp. If the victim was manually strangled, the little hyoid bone in the throat is invariably crushed. If carbon monoxide was the asphyxiating agent, the skin is cherry...
...Salem, N. J., Negro Luther Moore was tried for cutting the throat of Negro Peter Asbury in a quarrel over the right answer to this puzzle: If a man aged 35 married a girl of 15, how long would it be before she is half...
Gaunt Old Dr. Francis Everett ("The Plan") Townsend told Detroit's Recorder's Court Judge Edward J. Jeffries a joke: "The President went fishing once and forgot his bait. He looked over the side of the boat, cleared his throat, and said: 'My friends-.' A thousand suckers stuck their heads out of the water...
Englishman Auden, however, does not allow such a lump of purely democratic emotion to stick in his throat for long. He clears it out with an elaborate, witty, rhymed, five-part letter to hyper-aristocratic English Poet Lord Byron. In this sophisticated, not entirely mock-serious composition, Poet Auden confides his thoughts about English literature in general, about his own life and times in particular, points a pretty straight finger at the hot spot on which up-to-the-minute literates fry perforce. His view of his fellow poets is neither encouraging nor hopeless : . . . many are in tears...