Word: ironing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...PREVIOUS ONES STOP I REFER YOU TO LOS ANGELES TIMES OF DEC. 3 WHICH CLIMAXES ALL VERSIONS AND GIVES TRUE ONE OF WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED STOP WAS NEVER ORDERED ARRESTED STOP THERE WAS NO BALCONY AND I WAS IN A ROOM SEVEN STORIES FROM THE GROUND WITH AN IRON RAILING EXTENDING TO MY CHEST HEIGHT STOP YOUR LOCAL REPRESENTATIVE ACCEPTED HEARSAY EVIDENCE WHEN HE WIRED YOU I COMMITTED A NUISANCE STOP I WAS CLOTHED HAD NO BLANKET AROUND ME AND DID NOT COMMIT ANY NUISANCE EXCEPT YELL TO THE CROWD BELOW IN A CHIDING MANNER STOP...
...started, Oxford ran the ball over for a try (3 points), then kicked goal to convert (2 points). Cambridge snapped back with a try but failed to convert. Desperately Cambridge tried to catch up, but its drop kicks missed by a hair, and Oxford's backs held like iron. The score, 5-to-3, marked Oxford's 27th victory in the series...
...probable error of less than 2 mi. per sec. But while Dr. Michelson never doubted that light's speed was constant in vacua, the air even between lofty mountain peaks is no vacuum. In a valley near Pasadena he had built a mile-long tube of corrugated iron (TIME, Nov. 24, 1930). Powerful pumps sucked out all but a few stray molecules of air. The U. S. Coast &; Geodetic Survey measured the tube to within .063 of an inch. Then Dr. Michelson measured it. At one end of the tube was a 32-sided mirror which could be spun...
Last spring they issued a terse, tight-lipped announcement that they had completed actual measurements, would need six months to check their data, iron out some unaccountable variations. In the Pease-Pearson report last week the variations, up to 12 mi. per sec., were stunningly unaccounted for, were apparently real fluctuations in the speed of light. Worse, they were not irregular but seemed to occur in well-defined rhythms. There was one cycle of 14¾ days, another of about a year, another apparently following the tides of the ocean. And at 9 p. m. every night something happened which...
Today tall, iron-grey haired and handsome, George Ranney (along with many a socialite McCormick, Wendell. Morton. Palmer) has an apartment at No. 1260 Astor Street and plays middling and sometimes mildly profane golf with his friend Melvin Traylor of Chicago's First National, of which he is a director and member of the executive committee. But unlike many a Chicago tycoon who got drenched in the downpour of Depression odium, George Ranney has come through with his reputation unaspersed. Last week Mr. Ranney discreetly held his peace while Continental directors waited until the RFC's approval should...