Word: windows
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Dates: during 1960-1960
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...when she first fell in love, but even then she scarcely knew what was happening to her. Each morning a young field hand named Salvatore Funari would pass by her family farmhouse in the sun-baked Sicilian town of Scordia. At first he only glanced up at her window, and then, whistling gaily, went on. But soon he began to wave, and one morning he boldly cried "Buon giorno!" In time Nina found the courage to say "Buon giorno" too, and occasionally she and Salvatore would even hold a brief conversation. After two years of this, Nina began wearing...
Contributing Editor John M. Scott said he expected to be called to lifeboat drill. There were some cries of alarm and many squeals of delight: Books Researchers Joyce Haber and Ruth Brine found themselves in a cozy, five-window corner office that hung over the city like a B-36 turret...
...started pilfering and stealing cars for joyrides back in his early teens. But his first serious run-in with the law came when he was arrested at 16 on a charge of auto theft. Taken to Los Angeles' juvenile hall for a medical examination, he scrambled through a window, jumped into a truck, drove it up to the wall surrounding the place, climbed atop the truck and escaped over the wall. Arrested at 3:30 a.m. next day while looting a drugstore (inexplicably Chessman piled all the cigars in the middle of the floor and broke whisky bottles over...
...Listen, Peter," the voice says, "you're no good. Why don't you jump out the window, Peter?" Trembling, Peter rummages through the wastebasket, runs his tongue feverishly into the necks of the three empty bottles he finds there. Then he sees it on the floor-a quart bottle three-quarters full of bourbon. But a gleaming white boa constrictor is coiled around it, nicking its forked tongue...
Peter lunges for the bottle, despite the snake. He lurches over to the hotel window and begins his inane, compulsive ritual, shouting the names of the Derby winners in backward sequence at the passers-by far below: "Broker's Tip, Burgoo King, Twenty Grand, Gallant Fox ... Flying Ebony. Jump, Peter. Fly like Flying Ebony." Another snake, as big as his thigh, strikes at him. The bottle drops and shatters on the radiator. Sobbing "Leave me alone. No more. No more," Peter collapses across the hotel bed on the bare breast of the nymphomaniacal redhead with whom he is sharing...