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...Conn, plant roared a Vultee A19 motored by an engine of the old radial, air-cooled type that was half again as powerful as the Allison. Weighing slightly less per horsepower than the Allison, it could fit into small pursuit planes as snugly as a cartridge in a rifle breech...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Transport: Hot Race | 7/24/1939 | See Source »

...pleased the Prix de Rome jury did not entirely please Mrs. Hailman. Sculptor Keren's classic nudes, she thought, could not gracefully wear those Indian names. So last week before he departed for Rome young Sculptor Koren gave his figures something else to wear. In plaster he added breech clouts to each, crowned each with a feather headdress. Said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Three Rivers | 9/19/1938 | See Source »

...most squirm-making act of all, a Hopi Indian snake dance. While portly Col. Tim McCoy explains that the idea is to placate the snakes because in them rest spirits who can return to the rain gods and intercede for a good corn crop, eight painted, breech-clouted Hopis trail around in a circle holding one or two snakes apiece, while a man in the centre waves a bunch of feathers to divert the serpents' attention. As a public precaution, the snakes' fangs have been removed or are kept folded back by little buckskin muzzles. Even...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theatre: Bigger & Better | 4/19/1937 | See Source »

...waters of the Pacific rolled blue and calm one day last week as a gunner aboard the U. S. S. Wyoming, engaged in war games off San Clemente Island, took his ramrod to seat a shell in the breech of a 5-in. gun which was participating in a barrage to cover a landing party of Marines. The gunner's thrust was his last. As he shoved home the shell, up with a roar went the breech in a great red flare of flame and blood against the blue. "I saw one boy sort of drift past me," recounted...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARMY & NAVY: Off San Clemente | 3/1/1937 | See Source »

...Prussians came. They refused to be stopped. Against the rapid fire of their infantry, armed with breech-loading rifles, the terrible French bayonet charges were useless. Dashing cavalry attacks were equally futile. General von Moltke, sitting calmly at headquarters, could direct his troops by telegraph with the certainty that his orders would be completely fulfilled. All the French armies retreated steadily. Finally, when McMahon allowed himself and the Emperor to be cornered at Sedan the end of the war was inevitable...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Student Vagabond | 12/21/1934 | See Source »

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