Word: foot
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Kilstar was jumping like a horse in a hunting print. Over the treacherous right-angle Canal Turn and past Valentine's spruce-bunkered brook it was Kilstar and Under Bid. Together they cleared the 15-foot water jump in front of the stands, and roared into the second trip around the course. But back of the leaders, out of the crush, Workman was running easily under the crafty hand of Irish Tim Hyde, a veteran of many years of chasing, a gentleman jockey turned pro. He was following the plan the illustrious George Stevens used to bring...
Lying in a funerary chamber of white limestone, the mummy was covered from head to foot with gold ornaments. On its face was a gold mask in the shape of a hawk's head. Two badly decomposed skeletons nearby, one wearing a carnelian necklace, were presumed to be those of servants. The mummy itself reposed in a silver coffin, the first ever found in the burial chambers of the Pharaohs. In ancient Egypt silver was called "white gold," and, because it was rarer there than real gold, was held more precious...
...days before Christmas a trawler, fishing in 40 fathoms of water off the South African coast, brought up in its net two tons of redfish, kobs and sharks. Among them was a five-foot, 127-lb. fish which had handsome steel-blue scales, dark blue eyes and fins that were trying to be legs. It lived for three hours on deck, taking a bite at the captain's hand. The captain was no scientist but he knew fish, and he had never seen anything like this...
Burly, six-foot Henry Ruthvin Smith is one postman who does not go walking on his holidays. After 16 years of lugging a fat mailbag over a regular residential route in Columbia, S. C., even the walking he had to do for the Post Office Department got to be too much. But while other postmen with the same problem met it by foot baths or retirement, Mailman Smith used his head. Last week, with the blessing of the Postmaster General, he was awheel in one of the strangest contraptions that ever carried Uncle Sam's post. Footsore grey-coats...
...made his escape in a four-wheeled scooter powered by a small gasoline engine. He stands at the back of his doodlebug, put-putting along at four to twelve miles an hour. For a delivery, he leaves his scooter contentedly burbling at the curb, manages to save not only foot-power but some 23% of the time formerly needed to cover his route. His superior, Superintendent of Mails B. H. Kaigler, intends to recommend the scooter's adoption for mailmen in residential districts everywhere...