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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Story is pecked out on a wheezy Remington by the long Emergency Man (reporter retained for odd jobs) in the city room of The New York Morning Star. After the last copyreader has gone home, before dawn and the scrubwomen have come, he stays there alone, writing the story of his life. You quickly get the impression that the Long Emergency Man (his name is Jim Pickett) is rather a fine person, very gentle and whimsical, very hopeless, aging, wistful. The staff regards him as a mysterious but beloved failure...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Fippanys* | 9/21/1925 | See Source »

...hour before dawn, two winds met. One was moist and warm, the other cold and dry. Comingled ? the warm wind climbing the front of the cold ? they became a single ferocity which shot upwards pummelling, as it went, the Shenandoah, U. S. Navy dirigible...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Shenandoah | 9/14/1925 | See Source »

...huge foreign motor car of primitive design, roaring by night through the streets of New Haven informed the inhabitants of that town, some 25 year ago, that Reginald Claypoole Vanderbilt was going out for the evening. The same vehicle, roaring back through the dawn, let them know that he would be in for the day. Even at that time the press had begun to refer to him as "Reggie" and to point with horror to his unhallowed pleasures. His classmates, however, voted him "the most likely to succeed in life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Reginald Vanderbilt | 9/14/1925 | See Source »

Several weeks ago the House of Commons sat until the sun had dissipated the dawn. Shaking himself, yawning and stretching, "Dave" Kirkwood, Clydeside Laborite, staggered out of the debating chamber. He had not gone far when his stomach informed him harshly that he must take food...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Best Club | 8/17/1925 | See Source »

...same Freyberg, covered with grease against the cold, wearing goggles to keep his sight from being extinguished by the brine, followed by an Admiralty tug, began at 8 o'clock one night last week to swim from Cape Gris Nez. He swam all night. At dawn a patchy fog, a westerly wind, a small rain. He swam on. At 11:30 in the morning he was a mile and a half from Dover. His trainer turned a drawn countenance upon the party...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Channel Swimmers | 8/17/1925 | See Source »

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