Word: logged
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...House of Representatives undoubtedly gets through its business with commendable speed, although often we come to believe that it is accomplished through log rolling and the docile follow-the-leader voting of men who respect the machine which elected them. In the Senate again, business is undoubtedly oftentimes outrageously delayed, but we often suspect that the delays are caused by independent-thinking Senators who refuse to vote till they have aired the entire question...
Another witness for the prosecution was a deaf mute who by finger twitches testified he had seen the four attackers carry Franklin toward a big log fire. The State, contending that Franklin was burned alive, exhibited as the corpus delicti a boxful of charred bones. Because a temple bone had inadvertently been mislaid a State health officer would not swear that the remains were human. The live "Connie Franklin" said that on the night of the "murder" he had started out with Tiller. He explained: "I fell off my mule-had a few too many swigs-and cut my haid...
Again Costes. Round and round a giant's circle, droning on through the Provence mistral with a log of slowly waning fuel and gradually mounting flying time, last week went the Question Mark, red-painted French Breguet airplane, in search of a new endurance record. Piloted by Dieudonné ("Doudou") Costes and his companion Paul Codos, it made its way over flat-roofed, smelly Marseilles, to time-broken Avignon, to musty Narbonne, and then over the same route again. For 52 hours and 34 minutes the Breguet's motor snorted along. Then with a last puff and snort...
...convention to be overcome, but the author and her friend are signed as midshipmaids, and depart, aboard a ship with a cannibal cook and a crew of old-time sailors. The journey takes about two months; the body of the book is made up of the ship's log, which was kept by Miss Cooper...
...another Yale game on its bi-annual circuit to Cambridge the Vagabond feels the long departed spirit of youth creeping over him once more. It is the sort of thing that infuses a peculiar warmth throughout his windswept diggings high up in Memorial Tower and makes the fresh log on the hearth glow to a merry Crimson...