Word: logs
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Sewalls were F. F. C.'s (First Family of Chicago) and proud of it. But old Granny Sewall, remembering pioneer days, log cabins, the Great Fire, plain living and hard work, shook her head at some of the goings-on of her descendants. The Sewall bank was booming; they all had plenty of money and little to do for it; even before the War gave them an excuse to run wild, some of the Sewalls were slipping from the pioneer virtues. But Granddaughter Sally had good stuff in her; she sympathized with her Granny. Wartime and love...
...date back to their humble and modest beginnings. Duke began 98 years ago as York Academy, then Trinity College and more recently Duke University. Harvard began as Newton's College, changed to Cambridge College, again to Harvard College and finally to Harvard University. Princeton had its inspiration in Log College and its founders established it as the College of New Jersey, removed to Newark and later to Princeton. It only became Princeton University in 1896. Mention was made of "jealousies and squabbles" in the faculty of Duke but no mention was made of the more than one hundred years...
...cabin. I suppose doctors would call it aquaphobia. I'm a bundle of nerves. I guess I'm getting too old for these stunts." [He is 36.] Ill when he took off from Lympne, Eng land, Sir Charles suffered from lack of sleep. Typical excerpts from his log : 'Feel pretty sick. Had worst scare when forced to descend to 200 feet be cause I thought I was fainting. . . . Pos-sibly [tailwinds] are blowing higher up but am afraid to go up lest, feeling suddenly faint, I might be unable to reach the ground before passing...
...throwing an ax Captain Butler stands four to eight yards from the butt end of the log target. The beginner should first try to put the ax edge into the log. Later he can try driving spikes into the wood with the ax head. Adroit Captain Butler can cleave a piece of garden hose three out of five times at eight yards...
Thundering like a mountain on the move, the wall of water surged through Parker, tumbled down Cherry Creek toward suburban Denver. Logs, tree-trunks, tons of debris were swept along as the billion-gallon deluge widened out to more than a mile. Cherry Creek was a battering-ram of water, boiling over its embankments. At 7 o'clock it burst into Denver, ripped out six bridges in swift succession. Just ahead of it were police cars and fire engines, sirens a-scream, racing the residents to safety. A stampede of 5,000, many clad in night clothes, fled from...