Word: mi
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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President Roosevelt, 3,665 mi. from London, spoke to the Conference through U. S. Secretary of State Cordell Hull who read an optimistic White House cablegram of thanks to James Ramsay MacDonald as President of the Conference...
Cherbourg has no natural port, yet some 900 liners a year touch there, most of them unloading onto tenders. The town has protected them with an outside breakwater 27 mi. long, but slowly lost traffic to the great port of Havre up the coast. In 1926 the Cherbourg Chamber of Commerce, fat with embarkation and debarka tion fees paid by U. S. tourists, began to carve out a real harbor with an inside breakwater and two deep-water piers. It raised a huge $2,500,000 Gothic passenger terminal topped by a tower bearing the arms of the City...
Four days later France's President Albert Francois Lebrun zipped out of Paris in a special Bugatti Automotrice boat-train made by Bugatti Automobile Co. In three hours and 15 minutes he was in Cherbourg, 230 mi. away. This remarkable time advertised the fact that Cherbourg has already speeded up its boat-train service to Paris from 6½ to 4½ hr., will further speed it with Automotrices. President Lebrun's job last week was to open a new $8,000,000 deep water port and maritime station for France...
Unique among U. S. clubs is San Francisco's talented and hilarious Bohemian, unique its famed camp 80 mi. north of San Francisco, a 30,000-acre grove of virgin redwoods on the banks of the Russian River. Founded 50 years ago by western artists and art-patrons, it has" about 1,500 members throughout the world, meets every week. The Bohemian is the only club in the world to exchange with New York's Lambs, includes such famed artists as Ignace Jan Paderewski, Fritz Kreisler, Lawrence Tibbett. Artist members pay no dues, contribute their artistic efforts instead...
...Mollisons' eyelids were heavy, their muscles shaky, their fuel low. At 9:30 p. m. the Seafarer turned in for the airport at Bridgeport, Conn., 60 mi. short of Floyd Bennett. It buzzed low over the field but instead of heading into the wind, only safe way of taking off or landing a plane, it came downwind, zoomed aloft again. The field manager hopped into a plane, tried to lead the Mollisons to earth by making a landing into the wind in the floodlights. It was no use. The Seafarer, after circling wretchedly six times, stuck to its curious...