Word: midair
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...artful speedsters have learned to go through fences without injury, are able to provide a breath-taking accident almost every race. Most hairraising spectacle of all was provided last week by Daredevil "Clem" Sohnn "the bat man," who thrice ascended in an airplane, thrice leaped out in midair, soaring and looping toward earth on his canvas wings (TIME, March...
...associates but because she is a diver, judged on points instead of time. Bright, blonde, vivacious, she is married to a Hollywood salesman, hyphenates her name in swimming meet programs. Her face is less familiar to the public than those of her friends because she is usually photographed in midair. Last week, "Minnow" Rawls's absence from the low-board dive practically assured Mrs. Hill of the title, which she promptly...
...those on the blue earth last week could see of Pilot Collins was a whizzing speck, shooting headlong down out of the sky. The speck got bigger. Suddenly a wing fluttered loose from his plane and drifted away. Then the whole ship seemed to break up in midair. The motor tore out, plunged into the middle of a street. The wing landed in a field half a mile away. Spinning wildly, the fuselage fell among the tombstones of Pinelawn Cemetery...
...vain attempt to level the ship off. The altimeter registered 4,600 ft. before the Macon faltered in its helpless ascent, began to fall tail first. Pike-plain to all aboard was the fact that the Navy's last dirigible was rapidly going to pieces in midair. No. 2 gas cell popped open, then No. 9. Girders began snapping like so many pretzels. One rudder gave way and the whole stern seemed to crumple like a paper bag squashed by a playful child. By the time Commander Wiley ordered the radio operator to send out an SOS, the Macon...
...Rhoda Tanner Doubleday was standing on the practice tee of the Valley Club at Santa Clara, Calif. Few feet away, she claims, Major Max Fleischmann, chairman of Standard Brands' finance committee, was booming out his opinion of her and her suit. Halting a No. 3 iron in midair, Mrs. Doubleday pricked up her ears, listened, flushed, stormed off the tee. Last week, with the McCormick suit settled for $65,000, she turned on Major Fleischmann. Suing in Manhattan for slander, she told what she overheard: "On the practice tee, Major Fleischmann, in a loud voice, stated . . .: 'What...