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Word: lined (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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When Trigo crossed the finish line there was a profound silence. Nobody could believe that the outsider had "done the trick." Trigo's jockey was only an apprentice, one Joe Marshall...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Epsom Derby | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

...coordination of sight, thought and movement. He has a powerful wrist and a leathery thumb which let him dispense with reel brakes, drags or level winding devices. He can hold a fish even if its fight bends his rod nearly double. At 75 feet with a fly-rod and line he can slice a peeled banana or flick ashes from a cigaret. At 50 to 150 feet, aiming at 2-in. blocks bobbing in water, he has scored eight hits to seven by a crack rifle shot. With both bait-and fly-casting tackle he has caught muskrats, beavers, porcupines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Fly Caster | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

...airplane he tastened a 50-ft. cord, a 1-ft. string, an old black sock, 18 in. long, 4 in. in diameter. The plane then swooped in an arc 100 ft. above him, the sock streaking out behind it. With a 5½-ft. bait-casting rod and a line with a nine-hook plug, he hooked the sock and jerked it from the string on three out of five tries...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Fly Caster | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

...Bremen of past fame. The Sverige's crew were Captain Albin Ahrenberg, Lieut. Axel Flodin and Mechanic Robert Ljunglund. Their course was to include stops at Stockholm (Sweden), Reykjavik (Iceland), Ivigtut (Greenland), Anticosti Island (Quebec), New York. Last week the Swedes got to Reykjavik, where a broken oil line forced their premature landing and delayed, at least, their completing the trip...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AERONAUTICS: Flights & Flyers: Jun. 17, 1929 | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

Suddenly the noise ceases. We run out. The French storm-troops are 100 yards away. It is not against these men we fling our bombs. It is against Death, now visible, hunting us down. They keep coming, we fall back to our second line while our artillery mows them down. We want to rest but we are driven forward from behind: we counterattack. Beside me a lance-corporal has his head torn off. He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts from his neck like a fountain. I fall into an open belly. I see a man biting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Horror of the World | 6/17/1929 | See Source »

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