Word: laguardia
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...minutes away from a landing at New York's LaGuardia Airport one night last week, 68 passengers stirred awake aboard American Airlines' big orange, blue and aluminum Flagship New York, dutifully obeyed the "Fasten Seat Belts" sign. The brand-new four-engine turboprop Electra had more than lived up to its billing: normal flight time from Chicago at the Electra's 400-m.p.h. cruising speed had been sliced a third. And the big aircraft had winged 713 miles eastward through almost steady rain at 21,000 ft. with barely a bump...
Forward in the cockpit, Captain Albert H. DeWitt, 59, wheeled the big Electra on a lazy clockwise arc into LaGuardia's landing pattern, took position two minutes behind a Northeast Airlines DC-3, got his instructions from the LaGuardia tower. The weather was foul - a 400-ft. ceiling, two-mile visibility, wind eight miles an hour, freezing rain-but hardly challenging to a 28,000-hour veteran (40 hours in Electras) like DeWitt. Neither was the approach from the northeast over the East River through LaGuardia's "back door." The back door's runway 22 was equipped...
Danny looks like a weird blend of Napoleon and Fiorello H. LaGuardia, sings as cornily as Al Jolson did, speaks as if he forgot to gargle before keynoting a dockers' meeting. His trademark is his preposterous nose ("If you're going to have a nose, you ought to have a real one"). But the U.S.'s currently favorite tele-comedian, boasting no single towering talent, succeeds as a funnyman mostly because his humor seems to well up from a sizable heart. Or, as Danny Thomas puts it, citing his favorite philosopher, Lebanese Mystic Kahlil (The Prophet) Gibran...
...York's LaGuardia Field lay dreary and grey under a pelt of snow. In mid-afternoon 95 chattering, winter-clad passengers deposited themselves impatiently aboard Northeast Airlines' 2:45 p.m. flight to Miami, strapped themselves in their seats and settled back to contemplate the prospects of frolicking in the 80° warmth of Miami Beach-just four airline hours away, they thought...
...minutes on the ground stretched into hours, for LaGuardia was hemmed in by fog and snow to within three-quarters of a mile's visibility, and the unrelenting snow had piled up on the big wings of Northeast's DC-6A. Flight 823's Captain Alva Marsh, 48, a 19-year transport veteran, stood by waiting for clearance. Finally Pilot Marsh checked the weather again, decided to go. It was 6:01 p.m. when the plane lumbered down the runway into the darkness, lifted heavily off the ground and, slowly gaining altitude, went into an inexplicable left...