Word: hr
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Blown far off his course by crosswinds, forced to fly blind the whole way through fog and snow, Pilot Doolittle averaged 217 m.p.h., reached New York from Los Angeles (2,600 mi.) in 11 hr. 59 min., just in time to beat the transport record by four minutes. Said modest Flyer Doolittle: "I guess it was just a case of poor piloting. . . . The old man is slipping...
Opposition. Manufacturers leap to fight the 30-hr. week. Bankers line up solidly against inflation. Catholics battle birth control. For almost every other economic or social measure there can be found a body of citizens who, through self-interest or principle, will offer organized opposition. But for the Townsend Plan no such body exists. Contemplating a scheme which would alter the whole economic and social structure of the U. S., no individual citizen has yet felt personally & sufficiently aggrieved to organize an anti-Townsend club. Most thinking citizens have ignored the Plan, or dismissed it as too remote or fantastic...
...super-elevated." Boiler pressure on the locomotive was stepped up, traction increased, oil substituted for coal to eliminate fuel stops. The 400 hit 91 on its maiden trip last week, clipped off 81 mi. in 67 min., zipped through a ceremonial tape at 85, snorted into St. Paul 2 hr. 52 min. under the old schedule...
...woman fly the U. S. airmail. On its regular Washington-Detroit mail & passenger run Central Airlines put as co-pilot Helen Richey of Pittsburgh, co-holder (with the late Mrs. Frances Harrell Marsalis) of the world's refueling endurance flight record for women (9 days 21 hr. 42 min.). Spinster Richey, 25, carried seven passengers, a big load of mail & express, on her first transport flight...
...trees along the Avenue one chill evening last week climbed 50 relief workers. Each one was armed with a long pole, a tin can partly filled with pebbles, a promise of six hours work each night at 40? per hr. "If there's anything the starlings hate," gloated Superintendent Lanham, "it's the rumpus and clatter of the cans. They'll flee for dear life." Setting up a frightful din, the workers rattled and poked. As predicted, the starlings fled-to the eaves and cornices of nearby buildings, where they resumed their own annoying chatter. Superintendent Lanham...