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...popular novel, Riders of the Purple Sage, adds up through its many reprintings to 750,000. As in most Zane Grey stories, much of the action in Raiders of Spanish Peaks depends on somebody overhearing somebody else-apparently in the old West there was an eavesdropper crouching behind every clump of sage brush. Also like most Zane Grey stories, the newest one begins with a bang. Hiding out after killing a man, tall, grey-eyed Laramie Nelson observes some gunmen ride into his grove, tie a rope around the neck of a 20-year- old cowboy and throw it over...
During the qualifying tests for a limited-displacement race, Pilot Lee Miles was doing about 200 m. p. h. 50 yd. from the ground. Suddenly his wing folded. Hurtling end over end, the fuselage pitched in a long arc into a clump of trees. When witnesses got there, Pilot Miles, who was officially declared the U. S. racing champion of 1934, was dead...
...again we have been there and went at once to seek our old lady, pensive and enduring as ever, we found her, even more shut in and solitary. Outside her cabin are the only garden flowers (everywhere a riot of wild flowers-even wild rhododendrons), against her house a clump of calla lilies and a fragrant pink cabbage rose. We took her into the sun and photographed her [see cut]. Who can name her? UNA JEFFERS...
Last week Mysterious Montague descended abruptly from fiction to reality. At Los Angeles' Lakeside Club, freelance Photographer Bob Wallace trailed him onto the golf course, hid in a clump of bushes, snapped him twice with a telephoto lens, as he was putting and as he was marching down the fairway, niblick in hand. After taking the pictures, Photographer Wallace handed the film to his brother, popped a dummy magazine into his camera. Golfer Montague, who had heard the shutter click, ran over to Photographer Wallace, took the camera away, removed the dummy magazine, destroyed...
...stern object lesson. Taking off at night from a Pittsburgh airport with ten passengers who had each paid $1, a trimotored Stinson belonging to Pittsburgh Skyways, Inc., a sightseeing firm, had flown but two miles toward a nearby fair when two motors apparently failed. Plunging into a clump of thicket in inaccessible Buttermilk Hollow, it gushed a fountain of flame which incinerated the pilot, all except one passenger, a girl who jumped at the last minute before the crash, miraculously escaped injury...