Word: height
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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General Summerall gave a detailed account of the engagement in which McKinlock lost his life. At the height of the German advance in the spring of 1918 Marshal Foch began to gather his forces for a counter advance. The first division of Americans was with the tenth French army which was in the van of the new forces thrown in the way of the victorious enemy. McKinlock was with the first division as a brigade staff officer and was scouting the German lines on intelligence duty when he fell. His death did not come, however, until he had rendered important...
...Dorches for High quarter turned in a fast 1 minute 35 seconds for the half. Other outstanding performances were a 100 in 10 2-5 seconds by Trull of Lowell, a mark of 20 feet 7 inches by Crigas, of Brockton in the broad jump, and a height of 5 feet 10 3 8 inches in the high jump achieved by Chalmers of Medford High...
...told some of his sky adventures to the aeronautically alert New York Times for syndication: "Shortly after leaving Newfoundland, I began to see icebergs. . . . Within an hour it became dark. Then I struck clouds and decided to try to get over them. For a while I succeeded at a height of 10,000 feet. I flew at this height until early morning. The engine was working beautifully and I was not sleepy at all. I felt just as if I was driving a motor car over a smooth road, only it was easier. Then it began to get light...
...maintain flying speed. He must know his air pockets better than any motor-propelled aviator.. Landing is difficult; but not dangerous, because the glider is neither heavy nor swift. Recently a skilled German pilot, Herr Espenlaub, landed his glider after being set loose from an airplane at a height of 5,000 feet. Many a gliding enthusiast skims the hills of Germany and France. In the U. S. they are rare...
...book that should please Mr. Williams' Saturday Evening Post readers. This, however, is as far as the book will go, for Mr. Williams, indeed, is your true Saturday Evening Post author, and such he always will be. Unfortunately, I say, because at times he rises to a certain height. His descriptions of the Maine countryside are better than the usual pretty twitterings spent on that subject, and, better still, he has breathed the breath of life into his rustic heroine, and really evolved a figure with the classic serenity of a modern Ceres...