Word: crowe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...acre plateau decks of the two huge mother ships waited 150 airplanes, with all motors thundering, all propellers whirring brightly in the sun, mechanics in varicolored costumes moving among them in the artificial gale their blades created, to make final meticulous adjustments. In "sky forward" (crow's nest) of the Lexington, in rumpled grey suit and floppy hat, the Navy's prime War ace, Lieut. David Sinton Ingalls, now Assistant Secretary of the Navy for Aeronautics, squinted down upon the scene, watching the flight officers' red flag on the bridge below. When a white flag appeared, their...
Aleek-chea-ahoosh is Chief of the Absarokees (Crow Indians), has been Chief ever since Author Linderman knew him. Now 82, he is one of the few plains Indians who remembers the time before the white man overran the Northwest. Sitting outside his two-story chief's house (the only two-story house among the Crows) on Pryor Creek, Mont., he told the story of his life to Author Linderman...
Aleek-chea-ahoosh's training as a warrior began when he was a few years old, for the Crows were surrounded with enemies: Sioux, Arapahos, Blackfeet, Piegans, Cheyennes, Shoshones, Flatheads, Gros Ventres. As a small boy his elders taught him how to steal meat from his own village, that later he might steal enemy horses, "count coup." "To count coup a warrior had to strike an armed and fighting enemy with his coupstick, quirt, or bow before otherwise harming him, or take his weapons while he was yet alive, or strike the first enemy falling in battle, no matter...
...handy crow's nest from which to follow the doings, or lack of them, at the London Naval Conference was found by President Hoover last week in his temporary offices in the State, War & Navy building. Acting Secretary of State Cotton was just down the corridor and around the corner. The President's door was open to him at any hour with despatches from Chief Delegate Stimson at St. James's palace. Downstairs in the cable room were expert telegraphers. Code clerks filled the code room from which all snoopers were shooed away. Tall, curly-haired Pierre...
...fellow in a military cloak, watching his line in a sluggish stream in Alsace, 'What kind of a fish are you expecting to catch?' 'All kinds,' was his gruff but very proper answer....I confess that I do not care to hear a publisher shouting from his crow's nest 'There she blows!' when I have reason to think that his whale is only a porpoise. But meanwhile there are few pleasanter sights than porpoises rolling in the sunshine, and, any morning, now, we may really catch sight of a White Whale." --Time...