Word: hills
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Three hundred miles over hill and dale, over muddy country roads and terrible cobbled pavements, the King drove. Frequently he sent the car along faster than 70 miles an hour to make up for time lost on the worst stretches. When the King reached Tolosa, he entered upon the mountain passes, a nerve racking drive even in full daylight. But there was not even moonlight for the royal driver as heavy clouds obscured the sky and at Burgos, across the mountains, heavy rains greeted...
Since General von Seeckt, the directing genius of the Reichswehr, has declared: "Trench warfare is out of date," the war games were featured chiefly by attempts to maneuvre at tremendous speed and as much under cover as possible. Several battalions were marched over hill and dale as far as 25 miles in one day, and the trucks representing tanks were driven at breakneck speed...
Quick. Suddenly the screech of brakes was heard far up the hill. One Hedley V. Quick, an employe of the Anglo-American Bank of Mexico City, was slithering down the grade, en route to Cuernavaca. So steep is the hill that Mr. Quick could not stop when commanded to halt by the bandits. Two shots ripped through his side curtains. Then, resourceful, Mr. Quick took his foot from the brake, plunged it down upon the gas. His car, bounding, lurching, sped down the hill. Half a mile farther on he met First-Secretary Arthur Bliss Lane...
...rushing for the net after every serve, volleyed their way to the doubles championship of the U. S., 6-4, 6-8, 11-9, 6-3. Elizabeth Ryan and Jean Borotra took the mixed doubles title; Major A. J. Gore and Claude Butlin the Veterans'; Donald and Malcolm Hill, the Father...
...Knopf ($2.50). The Spanish hail Señor Baroja as their most popular living talespinner. He writes a little like Dickens, a little like Stevenson, always like a Spaniard-that is, with bold light, harsh shading. His story here is quite simple-a blind nobleman in a priest-ridden hill town quixotically shoulders his brother's misdeeds, earning only calumny and spite from the populace, renouncing society and going to wander, Lear-like, over the bleak table-lands with a wronged barmaid for his Cordelia, a Basque beggar for Poor Tom. It is fiction with strong bones...