Word: breaths
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Reporter-at-Large Ellery Walter was jerked from contemplating a beautiful sunrise by a sickening sputter in the motor. Realizing the ship was out of gasoline, the pilot tugged frantically at the fuel pump, got a dying burst of power which enabled him to clear some trees by a breath-taking margin, land in a cornfield. When Reporter Walter got his breath back he asked how the fuel could be exhausted just after leaving an airport where barrels of it were available. The pilot, who had not shaved for two weeks, stolidly replied...
...find with the steel code. She flayed its low pay and long hours so effectively that the steel code was sent back into conference for revisions. Fagged by her efforts and Washington's heat, Miss Perkins dropped out of public sight for a week to catch her breath at Newcastle, Maine. She planned to address the state Federation of Labor at Springfield this week before returning to her Washington office. Madam Secretary Perkins' office is on the seventh floor of the ugly Labor Department building, sandwiched in between a garage and a cheap rooming house...
When he was older, Maurice helped his father catch mackerel and lobsters, tended the clotted sheep on the uplands. He remembers a brush with a shark, when the slimy brute followed their small boat, his breath smelling like that of the devil himself. He recalls even more vividly the War, not because any of the Blasket people were fools enough to fight...
...news again. Its trading post Dolonnor ("Seven Lakes") had been captured by the "Christian War Lord" Feng Yu-hsiang (TIME, July 24). Last week the great voice of War Lord Feng rumbled out of his barrel chest: "I command 100,000 soldiers! So long as there is one breath in my body I will lead these hungry soldiers to recapture Manchuria and Jehol from Japan...
...miniscule Midget Village, complete with midget jail, midget court house, midget barber shop. He will have been sufficiently aghast at the monstrosities in C. C. Pyle's and Robert Ripley's "Odditorium," sufficiently thrilled by the dizzying Sky Ride. He will have banged his bones on the breath-taking Cyclone Safety Coaster and the Flying Turns, a toboggan which makes its twists through semicylindrical tunnels. He surely will have wearied his feet after viewing the Pantheon of the War and the similar Battle of Gettysburg cycloramas. In short, the visitor will be ready either...