Word: cabins
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Five years later, Boeing's team of Egtvedt, Beall and Wells flew its famed 74-passenger 314 flying boat (the "Clipper"), designed for the first regular transatlantic runs. Then they built another four-engined airliner, the "Stratoliner," the first transport with a pressurized cabin for high-altitude travel. Boeing built 22 Stratoliners and 314s. But the planes, expensive to operate, and complicated challenges to airline maintenance crews, did not sell in quantity. Boeing lost a total of $4,500,000 on its twin giants and found itself in financial trouble...
...boats. A stern, touchy man, he insisted that people address him by his World War II title, captain. Ten years ago Captain Hord and his wife began to spend summers near Creede (pop. 503), in southwestern Colorado. Last year they bought a homesite and built a luxurious chink-log cabin with a big living room, two bedrooms, picture window and a two-car garage...
Last week the Hords got back to their cabin for the summer. When Judy Hord pulled back the curtains in the darkened living room, she and her husband were dismayed to see the picture window shattered, bullet holes on the wall and bullet scars across the ceiling. Unfriendly hunters had used their house for target prac tice. Captain Herd's anger grew to fury. He sent his wife off to get the sheriff, stormed through the house cutting the cords that triggered the cyanide bombs. When he got to the pantry, the furious, forgetful captain yanked open the door...
...medical-aid courses she could find. Three times she was set to leave for Africa when the trip was canceled at the last moment. Finally, she wound up in Tennessee's Cumberland Mountains, nursing the sick, teaching the Bible, and making clothes for the dirt-poor cabin dwellers...
...like rissoles in the sand, they are helped up the gangway of the home-bound liner by kind bosom friends (of all kinds and bosoms) who bolster them on the back, pick them up again, thrust bottles, sonnets, cigars, addresses, into their pockets, have a farewell party in their cabin, pick them up again, and, snickering and yelping, are gone: to wait at the dockside for another boat from Europe and another batch of fresh, green lecturers...