Word: dawn
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Thus spoke Mrs. Frances Wilson Grayson, as she shut up her Long Island real estate office and climbed into the Dawn to fly for Newfoundland and thence across the sea. Of her "different" Christmas the world gleaned only one descriptive detail: Her Christmas message to the world was a faint whisper out of the air, caught by the ear of the radio station at Sable Island, off Nova Scotia: "Something gone wrong...
Authorities knew that the message came from a tiny emergency radio set aboard the Dawn. So many hours had she been missing that they knew she was down at sea. Rising, falling somewhere on the winter waves were Mrs. Grayson, Norwegian Pilot Oskar Omdal, Navigator Brice Goldsborough, Fred Keohler, Wright engine expert...
Thousands of Mexicans were at the Valbuena Flying Field at dawn this morning eager to greet Col. Lindbergh. . . . At 8:40 President Calles arrived accompanied by his entire cabinet . . . Ambassador Morrow, seated between President Calles and General Obregon. . . . With reports at 10:30 that Col. Lindbergh was half way between Tampico and Mexico City, the huge crowd (more than 25,000) began to mill around eager to get good positions. Nine Mexican Army airplanes hopped off to meet him. One of the planes doing stunt flying went into a nose dive and crashed several hundred yards in front...
...post-war" theory, derived less from life than from fiction which showed the undergraduate wallowing drunkenly in the backwash of the late conflict, finds in him no protagonist. Neither is he of a mind with octogenarians who state in birthday interviews that the present generation ushers in the dawn of a new and marvelous day. He says merely that "intellectually and socially, we have not yet caught up with our own inventions and discoveries;" and belives that, all things considered, the "matter-of-fact acceptance" of the new world by the undergraduate promises well...
They sat through what is certainly one of the most expensive preparations ever put up, a luxurious operetta about Africa. Dawn, high priestess of native religion, loves an heroic Englishman. Unhappily she is in the power of a gigantic local Negro, planning to elope with her. African life seems darkest just before Dawn discovers she is white; may marry as she, and the audience, prefer. Louise Hunter was wheedled away from the Manhattan Opera House to sing this part and sing it she does as parts are seldom sung in operetta. Her assistants are eminently vocal and the surroundings dressed...