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...sand snakes. A keeper had found one sand snake when it bit him; a small boy brought in the other. Two of the cobras had been remarked by a woman visitor on top of a cage; the third was prodded out of a remote gutter with an acetylene blow torch by Director Bean who is not afraid to admit, "I am deadly afraid of snakes." The Bandy-Bandy had completely disappeared. Mrs. Wiley had not reported any of these escapes...
...practices of torture and execution. Among these may be cited a punishment that the French ethnologist and explorer, Marcel Griaule, witnessed in Godjam. An Ethiopian guilty of aggression against a minor ras [chief] was wrapped in muslin strips, dipped in wax and honey and slowly burned as a living torch in the presence...
...British Cabinet members went into session at No. 10 Downing Street the issue before British public opinion was whether to protect a savage and backward but innocent African people against being singed by the torch of civilization in Eternal Rome's hand, but the issue before the Cabinet was primarily how to protect British investments in the Sudan and along the Blue Nile which is fed from Tana, Ethiopia's great lake. Tana is so placed among rocky crags that a little earnest dynamiting would divert its precious waters from the Blue Nile toward Ethiopian plains...
...careening and rolling down a bank, battering and smashing its occupants every inch of the way. can wrap itself so thoroughly around a tree that front and rear bumpers interlock, requiring an acetylene torch to cut them apart. ... A leg or arm stuck through the windshield will cut clean to the bone through vein, artery and muscle like a piece of beef under the butcher's knife. . . ." At the end of the article Reader's Digest announced: Convinced that widespread reading of this article will help curb reckless driving, reprints in leaflet form are offered at cost...
Hard-bitten Round-the-World Flyer Clyde Pangborn fired tracer bullets into a pile of Solene, which looks like greasy brown sugar. The flaming missiles snuffed out. Big Mr. Prussin then thrust a burning torch within three (inches of the pile. The stuff did not catch fire until he touched the torch to it, and then only reluctantly, like a stick of damp wood...