Word: cobham
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...accomplished 1928's greatest aeronautical achievement. He flew alone from England to Australia in 15 days, 12 hrs. (TIME, March 5, 1928). His reward: a gold medal like the ones the Federation has awarded in prior years to Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh, Commander Francesco de Pinedo, Sir Alan J. Cobham...
...flap its wings. Alan Cobham, British aviator in the plane, looked down and started with amazement, for scowling up at him from beneath their heavy orbital ridges were the very dragons of his nursery books. And they were alive-huge, dark monsters nine feet long, who raised themselves on post-like legs to glare at the strange thing in the air. They showed no fear: during a million years all beasts on Komodo had fled from their voracity...
Some years ago a Dutch engineer swore that he had seen these monsters. Men disbelieved him. They might not have believed Aviator Cobham. But two years ago William Douglas Burden of Manhattan led out an expedition, found the creatures, killed three, caught two more. The live ones he gave to the Bronx Zoo. They soon died and are now being pickled. The dead three he gave to the American Museum of Natural History, whose experts found them to be gigantic lizards, related to the monitor lizards of Australia...
Clarence D. Chamberlin, Mr. Levine's onetime employe, was no longer obliged by contract to pilot Mr. Levine and declined the latter's invitation to fly the Columbia home. Mr. Levine approached Lieut. Bernt Balchen, Byrd aide, and Sir Alan Cobham of England, but without success. Then it occurred to Mr. Levine that his homeward pilot might well be a Frenchman. He approached Pilot Pelletier D'Oisy, Paris-to-Tokyo aeronaut. He talked with one-legged Pilot Tarascon, who was to have flown the Atlantic last year with the late Pilot Coli. Finally, after long night sessions, he decided...
Over the side of the S. S. Homeric, panting off Quarantine in New York Harbor, was swung a dark-bodied, white-winged seaplane labeled Moth upon its slender thorax. The wings were unfolded and passengers jammed the Homeric's rails to watch Sir Alan and Lady Cobham of England skim off to circle Manhattan and dip to a reception committee waiting on an upriver pierhead. But the Moth would not rise. Built for still-water work, her pontoons could not cope with the heavy groundswell that was running. She had to be towed forlornly ashore behind...