Word: capes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Rear Admiral; in 1925 he was made Commander-in-Chief of the U. S. Battle Fleet, succeeding Admiral Samuel S. Robison, his brother-in-law. Admirals Hughes and Robison both married daughters of the late Rear Admiral Charles E. Clark, who commanded the Oregon in its famed dash around Cape Horn in the Spanish-American...
...Memphis, in land planes. If forced down certain drowning awaited them. No respecter of greatness, the flood sadly hampered the glory-cruise of William Hale Thompson, Chicago mayor, who last week started down the Mississippi from Cairo, accompanied by a large party on the river steamers Cincinnati and Cape Girardeau. Refugees, clinging to ridgepoles and treetops, beheld the Thompson showboats, lonely, imposing Noah's Arks in the modern deluge...
...whose children are at large in the neighbors fields, playing "sardines" or "Indians." Last week it was Spain's turn to look for missing flyers, Uruguay's to worry. Major Tadeo Larre-Borges and three comrades, the flower of Uruguay's few aviators, had left Casablanca, Spanish Morocco, for Cape Juby, 600 miles further down the West coast of Northern Africa, in a seaplane which they sought to fly across the Atlantic. But they had not turned up at Cape Juby. The Spanish government ordered a search...
...plane was sighted, wrecked on the North African sea dunes, 60 miles from Cape Juby. Then a native trotted in to civilization with a letter from Major Larre-Borges. Moorish tribesmen had taken him and his comrades and their possessions into camp, he said. There must be a ransom. Uruguay cabled its diplomats to spare no cost. Spain mustered a military rescue party. Semi-financial negotiations moved. Commercial planes flew out to pick up the castaways...
...Port Natal on the easternmost shoulder of South America. There must be enough fuel left, for the glory of Fascismo. Commander de Pinedo circled the island, so that he might know it well, then flew ahead. He had been flying since an African moon flooded Porto Praya in the Cape Verde Islands the midnight before. Off the coast of Brazil the South Atlantic looked angry. The seas became swaying mountains. Fascismo is brave but not foolhardy. If one should have to land now, all glory would be drowned. Commander De Pinedo swung back to Fernando Noronha to spend the night...