Word: crafts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Junior oarsmen then put up the stroke and showing unexpected reserve, pulled ahead of the rival craft to win by feet. The time of 9 minutes, 44 seconds was slower than either crew's best on account of the rough conditions on the last half of the course...
...after all was in readiness, Lieutenant Commander Richard E. ("Dickie") Byrd journeyed to the Brooklyn Navy Yard and boarded the good ship Chantier. There he saw to it that the Josephine was properly stowed below decks in a dismantled condition, showed his backers and friends over the craft on an inspection tour, and with 45 companions waved goodby as the Chantier slipped out of dock. Going down the bay, a sleek yacht escorted the Chantier with her owner, Vincent Astor, aboard, and other Byrd-backers, including John D. Rockefeller Jr., Edsel Ford, F. Trubee Davison, Rear Admiral Charles P. Plunkett...
Next, when Chief Pilot Carl Ben Eielson stepped into the Alaskan's cockpit and signaled "Contact!" for a test flight, the craft bucked and plunged, struggled amain with roaring cylinders, but could not rise from the clinging snowfield. Overhead there was perfect flying weather, bright and clear. Eielson ripped the throttle wide open. The Alaskan roared forward, kicking up a small blizzard, and at last crept clear and aloft?only, when she landed after a brisk spin, to crash into a buried wire fence at the end of the field, smashing her propeller, landing gear and fuselage. No Pole flight...
Next day, the great Detroiter (Hutchinson killer) was turned up, a monstrous craft capable of supporting twoscore men on her outstretched wings. Charging forward thunderously, she soon leapt up from the snow and swung about the sky. But she too, when she alighted, plowed through the snow so heavily that her landing gear crumpled; she stumbled forward on her nose, twisted a propeller and wrenched one powerful engine out of its moorings. No Pole flight for her either, for many weeks, and she was the plane that was to freight food and gasoline over the wastes to Point Barrow...
...might have saved the day. Bismark's meddling with the Eme telegram and similar incidents are already sufficiently notorious. Yet diplomacy still continues to wrap itself in the shroud of secrecy which it acquired in the poison dagger atmosphere of the renaissance. But despite its occasional Machiavellian characteristics, state craft, unlike necromancy, does not properly belong to the black arts, and should, therefore, be able to withstand the light...