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...TIME, March 5, referred to Van Lear Black as the British born "owner of the Baltimore Sun papers, purser of a blockade-running munitions freighter during the great submarine war, navigator by sea and air." Actually he cannot himself navigate a ship or plane; has never been officially a purser; and is the U. S.-born chairman of the board of the A. S. Abell Co., publishers of the Baltimore Sun, the principal stockholders of which are Charles S. Abell, Harry C. Black, Van Lear Black, Joseph A. Blondell, Paul Patterson...
...could be bought. Five hundred francs would bribe a bushman to paddle one convict across to the jungle, and buy a few days' scanty provisions. Michel achieved the jungle, staggered and bruised his way through to Paramaribo, only to be arrested as he tried to board a Dutch freighter, and shipped summarily back to an extra twist of the screw...
...Lear Black owns the famous Sunpapers of Baltimore. Adventurous Englishman, purser of a blockade running munitions freighter during the great submarine war, a navigator himself, he took as naturally to the air as he had to the sea. May will see his three-motored Fokker upward and outward bound from Amsterdam, Holland, for Cape Town, then back to Cairo, then, if weather permits, to India and to Hong Kong. Last year handsome, aristocratic Mr. Black flew a passenger record, Amsterdam to Java, 20,000 miles...
...would have been with Captain Frederick A. Giles, if he could have got his freighter. But there was none in sight and he must needs fly all the way to the California coast whence he started. At least so say the weather experts, who claim that the sun was shining calmly in the spot five hundred miles from shore where he claims that a tempest blew away all his instruments, food and signal charts. All the equipment is certainly gone, and it seems that only the word of the weather burean can keep Captain Giles from the damp quill...
...steamer of the French Line, was churning softly down the harbor to the sea. Captain Yves Thomas steered past a line of wooden barges, humped like haymows on the water; wheeled his great ship to pass a steamer. AH he rounded it, he saw the lights of a Norwegian freighter, the Beesengen, riding at anchor. It was too late to swing the bow, too late to reverse his course. Shrill bells and whistles sounded as the bow of the Paris drove into the side of the dingy ship...