Word: blazes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...shown, on large screens, at next week's reopening of Chicago's Century of Progress. When the First Lady (on the screen) makes an imperative gesture, spotlights will be turned on a great fountain. When the President finishes speaking all the lights of the Fair will blaze...
Taking many of his cues from his predecessors in the field Mr. Edmonds does not blaze any remarkably new trail, and sometimes seems content merely, to retrace the stops of Mark Twain and Bret Harte. A story such as the "Death of Red, Peril," a tale of racing caterpillars, would indeed be famous, had Mark Twain never written his "Jumping Frog...
Deplore foxy Yahya as she might, Britain was worried. If Yemen falls, only Oman on the Persian Gulf will remain independent territory, and the fame of hard-riding Ibn Saud will blaze high in the Moslem world, not only in British-controlled Aden, Irak and Palestine, but also in the Sudan across the Red Sea. Refueling at Aden, the cruiser Enterprise, one of the fastest in the British navy, tore on toward Hodeida. Word reached British authorities in Aden that among the Saudite loot in Hodeida were great quantities of Italian-made munitions. The Red Sea is only 100 miles...
...which enabled Britain to enter and win the final Schneider Trophy Races. Because she loathes and despises Prime Minister James Rarmsay MacDonald she keeps on her elaborate steam yacht The Liberty, once the property of the not quite so eccentric Joseph Pulitzer, an elaborate electric sign to blaze across the harbors of Britain: DOWN WITH MACDONALD THE TRAITOR! Only with the greatest of difficulty could the manager of her paper, the famed Saturday Review, persuade her to withdraw the most libelous portions of a personal attack she had written on Prime Minister MacDonald. Last week Lady Houston topped her withdrawn...
...cook named William Rasch was making sausage gravy for breakfast in the kitchen of an old lodging house at Lynchburg, Va. one morning last week. The sputtering grease caught fire, sent a blaze up to the ceiling. Rasch hurried the night watchman to a room containing fire extinguishers but it was locked. Overhead 100 sleeping men, wards of the Federal Transient Relief Bureau, leaped out of bed, ran for the windows. No fire escapes. They rushed to the back of the building. A wall of flame. Some jumped in terror from upper windows. Others swung in their underwear from...