Word: flatly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Annunzio son of the late Italian Poet-Flyer Gabriele D'Annunzio, stalled the engine in his airplane. He hopped out, spun the propeller. As the motor caught and the plane began to move, Aviator D'Annunzio ducked the wing., missed the cabin, was knocked flat by the tail. The pilotless plane wheeled dizzily round the field, crashed through a fence, pinned a woman bystander against her automobile. The woman was hospitalized. Charged with third-degree assault, Flyer D'Annunzio was arrested, held in $500 bail...
...suggests that the modern song of the road will probably be attuned to touring trailers, and sung in mechanized caravansaries known as "motels." But Cocoanut Grove, a tale of the peregrinations of a sweet & dreamy Hollywood-bound dance band, trailer-towed on a shoestring from Chicago, has many a flat tire, never exceeds the speed limit...
...where it has hurtled over precipices--not in smooth little aprons but in balls of white water which shoot far out into the air and then plummet downwards like rockets, leaving behind them long confetti-streamers which are lost below in dense clouds of mist. Down their in the flat valley, the river could forget this roaring nightmare and become a lazy serpent of varied greens; light greens where the bright sands lay near the surface, shading off perfectly into mysterious black-greens where the deep pools were...
Looking like a well-fed Chinese war lord stripped to his trunks, almond-eyed, flat-faced Tony Galento waddled out of his corner and started to swing his short arms in an old-fashioned goto. He missed five out of every six swings. Before the chuckling spectators had time to get accustomed to this primitive technique, one of Galento's punches met Nathan Mann's chin -squarely and effectively, for Galento's fifth successive knockout. It had taken Champion Joe Louis longer (three rounds) to dispose of Nathan Mann last winter...
...Club last week a dozen ugly, hybrid* mice blinked beady eyes at the crowd of divorcees, lawyers, barflies crowding into the gambling room. Manager R. I. Smith was trying out a new invention. An attendant hauled a shrinking mouse out of a coop, dropped him on a flat, glass wheel. Frightened, the mouse started to sprint. The wheel spun. When it began to slow down, the mouse sought shelter in one of the 56 glass cages, each marked with a playing card. This time he darted beneath the jack of clubs. The croupier scooped up the chips, paid...