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...David Brock. He learned to fly in 1922, has owned a plane ever since. In the autumn of 1929 he observed in his logbook that he had missed only eleven days' flying that year. For fun, he decided to try flying every day. In rain, shine, snow and fog, he went up daily for a 15-minute spin. Even when sub-zero weather grounded the airmail Dr. Brock took off. In dead of winter snowplows cleared runways for him. When he came down ice was chopped from his wings...
Another subject which remains enveloped in fog to the mass of undergraduates who take it as a requirement is Philosophy. Philosophy A is little short of a boring rule which must be adhered to, containing small interest, having uninspired lectures, and run by men, who to the undergraduates, contain no imagination. Philosophy is a difficult subject at best to teach to undergraduates, but if it could be done through a history of philosophic thought, given interestingly and imaginatively, it probably could be made more palatable to the men who elect it, and it would also give to them some idea...
Through an atmosphere murky with the fog and rain of the Liverpool waterfront, passengers file gloomily aboard a freighter bound for more sunny shores. One of them is a young medical genius blighted by ill fortune, and he staggers aboard destined for an alcoholic oblivion, the precious serum with him. Another is the blonde and brightly smiling Lady Mary, who glimpses the doctor and has sympathy. Melodramatic, if you like, but "Grand Canary" makes a far better picture than most of Hollywood's infinite variations of the Arrowsmith theme...
...mirror was poured last spring (TIME, April 2) and for which another mirror will be cast this autumn or winter. Last week Caltech announced that the colossus would be housed on Palomar Mountain, 80 mi. northeast of San Diego, which is neither too close to the sea (fog and clouds) nor to the desert (heat radiation...
Stranded in Scarboro, Me., when fog grounded a Bangor-Boston airliner, Doris Duke bought a $2 ticket, climbed into a bus. At Portsmouth she had a sandwich and cup of coffee in the railroad station, thanked the driver: "I'm awfully glad you stopped here. I was starving." At Boston she was met by one of her nine cars, a $14,000 Dusenberg. whisked off to Newport...