Word: airings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Alongside the Hall of Air Transportation, arrive and depart Pan American Airways' crack transpacific Clippers. (After the Exposition closes, Treasure Island will remain an airport.) Inside the Hall, no thrill for the multitude, is Wrong-Way Corrigan's "crate...
...Constitution Avenue he finds life as he likes it. He strides down the long halls and nobody pays attention. Officers in mufti scarcely glance at his tall, lean figure, a trifle stooped; preoccupied clerks with sheaves of papers do not even look up as he goes past. In the Air Corps section on the third floor he waves a hand at flier friends, flashes a white-toothed grin, heads for his office. Hour after hour he sits earnestly in an endless succession of technical conferences, usually breaks the day to lunch with a friend or two at the staid Army...
When he was not flying the mail he was instructing students. He seemed never to tire of the air. On the ground he studied airplane and engine design, or poked around the flying field shops. He ate prodigiously (as he still does) and had a prodigious love for practical jokes (as he still does). For his practical jokes, which were often rough, occasionally cruel, he got many a rough return from other fliers, but was never discouraged...
...eaunters across the Yard admiring the seasonal phenomenon, the gregness, the aims,--even Sever Hall. He walks slowly. There's no rush, no appointments, no assignments, not for three and a half months. He lights a cigarette, lets the smoke curl out of his mouth and hang in mid air motionless. No sir, no one could get him to walk fast now! He'd walk as slowly as he darned well wanted to. He'd even take the long way back to the house, just to show...
...senior, taking his place beside the graduates of other years, is a marked man. He is branded as a conscious intellectual, an affected liberal. And only if the Revolution really comes, will the child of tomorrow look up from these glittering pages, wave his chubby fist in the air and cry, "Daddy, you're wonderful...