Word: canyon
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...street, a canyon between high office buildings, was suddenly filled with a flat sound like someone beating a rug. Piercing the racket was Coffman's shriek: "Corinne, don't kill me!" Corinne blazed away until the gun in her hand was empty, yanked another gun from under her coat, emptied that into the twitching, still screaming Coffman. When the racket stopped, Coffman lay still. Calmly, Corinne surrendered...
...Authority gives him a chance to get younger men off the ground, try to teach them to stay up. One morning a scary youngster freezes the controls, then while Brad is righting the plane, gracefully bails out. Brad later finds him, somewhat battered, dangling from a tree over a canyon. In rescuing the boy he falls himself, breaks both legs. A lad who has never before been alone at the controls pilots Brad's plane and the two injured men out of the canyon, pancakes safely, though not before part of his landing gear falls...
...still the leading lumber State, still has the nation's largest remaining stands of commercial timber. Last week the No. 1 lumber State, parched by weeks of hot weather, was on fire again in the worst blaze since Tillamook. At Saddle Mountain, at Wolf Creek, at Dutch Canyon, west and north of Portland, palls of smoke and ash hung over the rough country, thousands of men manned the lines with hoses, axes and bulldozers as the red tiger of the forests once more devoured Oregon's natural wealth...
There are only two things to do when a forest fire gets out of hand: run for your life or dig in. In the Dutch Canyon region, Brothers George, Cliff and Art Kittleson and an employe called Smoky saved their lives by scooping a deep hole, burying themselves all but their faces, lying there for seven hours while the holocaust passed over...
Purring over the Southern Pacific's tracks toward parched Humboldt River Canyon, some 250 miles east of Reno, one night last week rolled the super-streamliner City of San Francisco. With her 17 sleek, buff cars, well-stocked bars, roomy lounges, the $2,000,000 train (owned jointly by Southern Pacific, Union Pacific and Chicago & North Western) was the nearest thing to a night club on wheels in U. S. transport. It was 10:30 p. m. Some of the 149 passengers were abed in pastel-shaded roomettes, but the club car was still comfortably full...