Word: flapjack
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Elzie Joy, 28, of Vancouver, Wash., operates a railroad drawbridge. In his spare time he is an Unlicensed air pilot and builds planes. After five years of patient tinkering, Inventor Joy produced a 28-foot, wingless, flat fuselage shaped like an attenuated sting ray, which he called a Flying Flapjack. Last week he announced that his Flapjack was ready for tests, almost ready for mass production, would revolutionize aviation. At Vancouver's Pearson Field one afternoon unlicensed Test Pilot Sidney Monastes climbed aboard, tuned the twin 38-h.p. motors, taxied out for the start. The Flapjack roared, reared...
...calmly in a San José. Calif, court while his attorney argued: "Dr. Gattuccio brought about his own death by stealing an old man's living for his own amusement. . . . The only home the old man had in the world was his cart, his beloved burros, a little flapjack flour and a frying pan. That cart was his castle and he had a right to defend it even to death." After deliberating an hour, the jury acquitted Peter Voiss...
...weeks later the Albers (FlapJack) Milling Co. plant made a roaring fire with a $300,000 loss. Seattle's ball park spiraled in smoke. Executives and their underlings opened the morning mail to find printed notes threatening fires. Factory after factory burned. Lumber yards, stacked high with fir and cedar from Washington's forests, became kindling pyres. A boxcar, filled with new Buicks specially built with right-hand drives for shipment to the Orient, became a pile of ashes and twisted steel. Seattle's nominally low 60? per capita fire loss zoomed to $1.40 in four years...
Eighteen selling platers, worth from $1,000 to $3,000 each, were burned to death, among them names often shouted by the crowds along the rail?Dude Girl, Leisure Hour, Rogue's Gold, Bourbon, Royal Ruby and two western platers, Pik Quik and Flapjack, owned by Major R. Nicholas of Big Horn, Wyo. One hour after the chestnut horse had kicked the boards in his stall at the smell of smoke there were no more screams of burning horses. The reluctant dawn sky had turned bright blue; smoke still curled into the still air; and exercise boys were breezing their...